As the title says, this is just a friendly reminder that you don't know what others are going through at work. I think we spend a lot of time thinking about how our actions affect our students, but sometimes we don't afford the same consideration to our colleagues. I experienced something awful this week, and I wish it hadn't happened. To lay it all out, I had a miscarriage late this week - while at school, when I had only five minutes before I had to pick up my class. Despite my inkling that this would happen, I was still pretty devastated by it, but I managed to get through the school day. I'm doing somewhat better now, but I can't seem to get out of my head what happened the next day. I had told three colleagues the day that it happened, and they were all very supportive and helpful. They even covered for me to get me out of our parent back to school night that just happened to be later that evening. The next morning, though, we had an assembly, just like we do every week. Recently, we hatched some baby chicks at our school, and the PE teacher wanted to celebrate by having the entire school do the chicken dance. She called up nine staff members, at random, to do the dance on stage. She thought that she was being fair by drawing names, without first checking to make sure that people were willing to have their names entered in the drawing. So, my named turned out to be the very last name called, and I had to go up on stage and do the chicken dance in front of the entire school - while I was reeling inside and barely holding it together on the outside. Prior to that, I felt that I had accomplished something huge just by getting myself to work that morning and putting on my fake smile. I lost it after the dance though - in private, not in front of everyone. Fortunately, I have a really wonderful colleague who knew what I was dealing with and took over my class for me so that I could have a few minutes to myself. I was then able to make it through the day, but I was thoroughly embarrassed, as I'm sure the misery was apparent on my face the entire time I was up on stage. My students noticed, and they didn't hesitate to tell me. I avoided colleagues all day after that because I didn't want to hear anything about the look on my face - whether it was a joke or actual concern. Anyway, I know that she didn't know, and I know that I could have stayed home. But I did what I thought was best - go to school and try to make it through the day with the support of the few colleagues who knew. It was Friday, and the weekend was near. But having my name drawn at random without asking me ahead of time if I was up for it is something that I am having a hard time accepting. I'm angry about it, and I wish the other teacher had had the forethought to think about others before doing it that way. Even on my best day, I would not have been interested having my name called, and, on my worst day, it just felt like pure cruelty. So, again, this is just a reminder to think about what the teacher next door or across the hall might be going through before making a judgement about them or deciding to put them on the spot in some way.