Sometimes you just don’t know what you don’t know until you need it. On Monday I experienced one such moment. I was making my way home from a very slow-paced walk with my very lazy dog when, like in a movie or a comic strip, a bucket-load of water fell from a window above my head, splashing onto the pavement in front of me and splattering my legs. It wasn’t the water falling like a curtain that made me notice what had happened, but the sound of the water hitting the pavement and tearing through the stillness in the street. I looked up, but the window closed abruptly . I was aghast . Then relieved (another step and it would have landed on my head), and then angry. Who throws water out of a window in the middle of a town?! I yelled up at the closed window, but when it didn’t reopen after a few moments, I continued walking up the street, cursing at my wet feet and looking over my shoulder every now and then to see if anyone would finally appear. Then som
What the teacher notices when she becomes the student.