Zen

So say the teacher you're working with asks you to come up with an activity to fill up the class time for a lesson later in the week.

You spend the day coming up with the idea, gathering the materials, writing, cutting, pasting, rubber-band'izing [it's a word - pipe down you rabble] and generally making it happen.

The next day the teacher says "You know, I forgot that next week is a big, important test so instead we'll spend that class period on a review sheet."

This might cause a lesser man to feel frustrated. Even daydream about such things as smacking said teacher around a little bit.

I, on the other hand, am a Zen master.

My mind is a still pool of clear water. Unperturbed by the ebbs and flows of life. Rolling with the punches. Being water. Relaxed into life.

Also, I've started drinking at work.*

So that helps.

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*Just kidding.

[As far as you know, anyways...]