> > Well, I got up this morning and reached for my glasses and the lens popped out in my hand. The one thing you can't work on yourself is your glasses, because you can't see what you are doing.

I was supervising a government exam when a student lost a lens. Being a Girl Guide (always prepared), and the helpful sort (a.k.a. irritating), I ran to my office to fetch my handy-dandy glasses repair kit, complete with the little screwdriver needed.

I tiptoed into my office as I had a student cloistered there doing the same test. This student was there because distractions really affected his test performance, and I wanted him to have the advantage of peace and quiet if possible.

I pulled out my desk drawer - the front center one, the one with the six million pens, loose keys, post-its, glue sticks, floppy disks, wallet, rulers, pencils, and assorted bits and pieces. Couldn't see the stupid repair kit anywhere! Pulled the drawer a little farther, and - KABLAM! - sound of desk drawer, and a million pieces of detritus hitting the floor and flying in all directions. Needless to say, I broke my student's concentration. I left, red-faced, giving instructions NOT to help - I would fix it at break.

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