Ten years ago, June 16th fell on a Monday.
On Tuesday, my good friend Jody was going to have her wisdom teeth pulled out, and I was her chaperone. She needed one, trust me.
June 2003 marked the end of my first year of teaching. That year, I taught third grade 60% of the time, meaning that I only taught Wednesday through Friday, so helping Jody out as she lost her wisdom was easy to fit in. We were both done report cards and looking at a sunny summer ahead of us.
I lived waaay out in Shad Bay, so I was planning to sleep over at Jody's apartment on Hollis Street Monday night so I would be able to get her to the hospital on time and not have to worry about inbound Halifax traffic.
Of course, as Monday evening approached, Jody wanted to go out to celebrate her last night being wise. You know, just "in case" something happened and we couldn't go out until the weekend.
