when you apologise to sign-posts for bumping into them while walking and reading a book on your mobile device;
when you try to unlock your office with your flat keys;
when instead of ‘yes’, you say ‘acceptable’;
when you set deadline instead of alarm on your clock;
when essays are measured in kilograms, not in pages;
when you think ‘F’, if you miss a bus;
when all the world is madly getting green and on blossom, but you sit indoors, typing nonsense,
it is the second half of may.
and you are a teacher.
or maybe, a student of sorts.