I left for student teaching this morning at 7:15. During the day, I picked up a headache, massacred a math lesson, and taught a science lesson where kids got to mess around with rocks and water. I was hungry and tired and was expecting the door to be locked and that I’d have to put down my heavy bags, dig for my keys, and unlock the door. As I walked up to the door, I saw that it was open and saw that my kitchen table was on the carpet in the living room. Then, I saw Dexter scrubbing the floor tile by tile because it wasn’t clean enough after he swept and mopped. I love this guy!