The Endsley Grandparents and family

Lost crown, black eye, and stiches in my lip.

It all started out with me in the hall with high school students in the computer lab, my room, library, counseling office, just everywhere.  They were taking their STAR test, and the computer room didn't have enough computers, so we spread out, and I mean we spread out! I actually thought I was further  away from the steel poll that the doors connect to.  Well, I wasn't further, and I turned, fast, and went into the pole head first.  I grabbed my lip, blood squirting all over, so I headed to the office for some rags; and I actually felt like screaming out "get the rags, boil the water, then dial 911 and get that helicopter!  After our Sports medicine teacher put some steri strips on my lip and an ice pack on my eye, I went back to my class to finish the period.  I had prep, then lunch next, so I drove over to the Work Med place down the street. They stitched it up, and then had me pee in a cup (workman's comp).  How humiliating.  I got back to school for my afternoon classes, and did a pretty good job.  One of the counselors ran into my room to let me know they didn't get it on tape. Gee thanks. Now students (not even mine) hold onto the infamous pole and shake it a bit, just to remind me.

French for: "I have an oweee"

Oh yeah, the rest of my title.  My crown.  What can I say?  I had a root canal done last year ($$$$$$) and now I need a new crown. 
I know I won't be retiring soon.