The autumn common cold season has befallen us. I have realized how unaccomodating the job of teaching is to suffering a voice deficiency. Especially unaccomodating is the common cold when it is the day of Open House and my mind wants my voice box to convey enthusiasm and excitement to parents that I may meet just this one day and my voice box only pleads for rest and silence.
Anyhow, for all the expressed discomforts and inconveniences of autumn colds, who can complain when the leaves on the trees are reaching the peak of their coloring? A stunning season in upon us now and the world appears absolutely glorious.
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one another up with a tender hand. - Isaac Pennington