378. Too early for work

I walk into my first class and I say:

'Right. You need to help me here kids. Am I the mad one in a sane world or the sane one in a mad world?'

They look at me. As usual a mix of sleepy heads, do not give a toss in the world heads, thinking heads (not many) and the heads I have just woken up as I burst into the classroom.

'You know Miss I think everybody is a little mad.'

That was as reassuring as I was going to get. I was fine when I left home. Baby had a proper breakfast of yogurt and some healthy cereal I bought for myself and never thought she would like and I had my super drink followed by coffee and my banana cake which turned out really yummy and that I never thought Baby would like. Then I walked to school in the freezing cold yet I didn't mind so much. Maybe I am getting used to it. And then I arrived in school and it was all the way down hill from there. 

I was working in the annex and everyone was huddled in corners, sheltering from the icy polar winds. Yes, winds, plural. I rushed inside and decided to go into the mini unwelcoming staffroom. I pushed the door and oh! What happened there? There is a huge all shiny all black and chrome drum kit facing me. A drum kit! I am so surprised I nearly say out loud 'What on earth are you doing here?' Yet I remember it is a thing and I am still a human even though strange things are happening to me. I blink and take one - cautious - step into the room and oh! What's it doing there? There is a black shiny piano right next to me by the wall! That time warp feeling again. That sense that I do not belong. I lift the lid and press a key. Definitely a piano and not a figment of my brain in overdrive. No tables, no chairs, no copier, no nothing. Just musical instruments. There are a couple of guitars in the corner. I back out and shut the door. I go into the room next door and there is one cpier in the corner, one table with and this in an improvement quite a lot of paper for the copier and a poxy little arrangemtns of school desks in the middle with the chairs on top. There is no room for the chairs to be arranged around the central table made of school desks. I can a) go home b) suit down and cry out loud. I am internally debating on which issue to set upon when I hear some - very - heavy breathing. I must be out of breath myself. Or there are kids outside doing their morning run. No, the small playground is empty on this side of the building. Too windy. I put my bag down and take a chair down and collapse on it. It is cold and very uncomfortable. I feel like a punished kid serving time out. All is quiet, I am on my own and so I pause and listen. Someone is breathing very heavily somewhere close to me. Should I run outside and go home? I cannot face this weird day. There is a door behind me, I came in this way. There is an other door in front of me and the heavy breathing is coming from behind that door. I listen and a hushed murmur is accompanying the heavy breathing. There is some kind of pattern to the sounds. Heavy breath - hushed murmur - heavy breath - hushed murmur -

OMG

Can people really be having it off in a dreary box room at 7:55 in the morning? 

I do not want to know. I wish I hadn't arrived early and stuck to being late. I pick up my bag and head towards the classroom.