Losing the Mustard Bottle

The mustard bottle was only inches away.  It stood on the rolling cart next to the overhead projector. The nearly blinding light from the projector shone through the transparency and was then reflected up onto the screen behind me, the screen that the students were watching intently.  My hand was smeared with blue vis-à-vis ink, but I didn’t notice.  I nimbly stepped over the power cord that was running to the wall, while dodging the blinding light, and shifted to the other side of the projector, without knocking over the mustard bottle. It was 1995, and I was blessed with … Continue reading Losing the Mustard Bottle