One of the saddest thing than can happen to a teacher: It's 5.30pm, after a long tiring day and the attendants are threatening to lock you in the staff room if you don't get out in time. You turn off your laptop, tidy up your desk, try and decide which piles of assignments to bring home for marking(which you usually bring back to school the next day untouched). You say your goodbyes to fellow teachers who look as tired as you are. You clock yourself out of the biometric system, and there you are standing in front of the row of staff pigeon holes. You dig out your keys, bend down to open your pigeon hole with expectation, and there is...................nothing inside except for a few specks of dust. Despite all the promises of renewed vigor in your assignment.

It's like ...you see your best friend online, you initiate a MSN conversation and started unleashing all that you want to say to him....and then after a furore of detailed and meticulously planned utterances, you discover that he had been disconnected and none of those sentences got to him.

Ah..it really makes your day.