Because I'm about to hunker down and hammer out a query letter, I'll be brief. (Well, as brief as I can be.)
Today I got whacked upside the head by a shoe. This was a first. I have, in the past, had a water bottle gunned at me and I've been called a few colorful names (f***er being one), but this was the first time I had ever been treated like a wartime President in front of the Iraqi press. Unfortunately, my reflexes weren't quite as good as our former President. It hit me right above the ear.
Now to be fair, the shoe bomber did not actually intend to launch footwear at her teacher. It was before recess, she was goofing off and kicking at the air or dancing like this or something (I don't know, my back was turned and I was bent over unplugging the A/V cart) when the shoe (one of these deals) took flight.
If you have never experienced unexpected head trauma, it goes something like this: There's a sliver of a moment where you think, "I've been hit in the head" and then you think, "I guess I'm okay" and then, right as you're wondering "What hit me?" you look down and see the projectile. Then, if you're me, you think: "That kid is going to miss every recess for the rest of the school year, because if she so much as sneezes during a lesson, I'm sending her to the office," all while trying to appear like everything is cool and that it's not at all embarrassing to be attacked by a flying shoe (Which I totally would have thought was hilarious if the shoe had been on the other foot).
So that was my day. How was yours?