Well, I can't figure out just two!

...So let's pretend you opened 200...  (name that teacher!)

So, let's pretend that I have signed up to help at all three of my children's schools, and am taking four academic classes at the University, because "I can't figure out just two." 

As an example of too many commitments in one day, I'll tell you about Tuesday. 

6:30   I took one daughter to the jr high for Seminary.
7:00   Drove son to high school since his car is out of gas.

7:30   Took another daughter to the elementary for chorus. 

9:00   Went to the Elementary school to help with vision screening.

9:55   Stopped by the PTA president to thank me for signing up to "help" with Red Ribbon week coming up in a month. (Apparently, I was the only parent that signed up, which means I am THE committee.)

10:10   Received a text from Jr High informing me that I was late to PTSA board mtg. (duh)

10:15   Attended last 15 minutes of the Jr High board mtg, where I learned that I need to recruit two more volunteers for my lunch-time-hall-monitor responsibility. 

10:35   Received a text that the high school is waiting for their posters announcing the Reflections program. (oh yeah, no one else wanted to be on that committee either)(I didn't respond to the text. Is that wrong?)

11:15   I gave up on my homework, packed my backpack for school, and grabbed something to eat on the way (graham crackers are chuck full of nutrients, I'm sure). Started the van. Out of gas. Out of oil. One low tire. 

11:30   Went to Grease Monkey. Went to Chevron. Got on the freeway. (oh yeah, this is the week they are closing three lanes for repairs)

12:30   Parked on the north side of campus, waited inside my van for the shuttle, decided to close my dry, tired eyes... Certainly I would hear the rumble of the shuttle bus approaching the bus stop.  

1:00    I suddenly woke from an unplanned nap. The shuttle had come and gone a few times and I didn't hear a thing. I anxiously waited for the next one since my class was starting at that moment.

1:15   The shuttle got closer to the stop where I get off on the south side of campus. A slew of police cars, fire trucks, tow trucks, and an ambulance were blocking the road due to a tipped semi that didn't quite make a tight turn. We had to get off the bus and walk about a block down the street to the building. I figured that would make me about 30 minutes late to a 90 minute class. Not great, but not the end of the world. 

1:15    As I walked in front of the bus to cross the street, the driver opened his window and asked me to please tell the students at the bus stop down the hill that the buses would not be down to pick them up, they would need to walk up to the bend. So instead of cutting across the grass to my class I walked to the corner and explained to about three dozen people that could not see the buses behind the emergency vehicles that they would need to walk up the hill where they would find the school shuttle and city buses waiting for them. 
At this point I was thinking-
"These people can see the road is blocked with a tipped semi, yet they continue to sit at the bus stop waiting for vehicles that cannot reach them. hmmm. How long would the students stand and wait before they tried to figure out a way to get to their buses?"
"Why were the city police standing across the street, chatting amongst themselves, not noticing the many students stuck at the bus stop? Were they not going to walk over and explain the situation? Didn't they know the bus routine at a college campus?" 
"When was the school's transportation system going to communicate to students standing around at the bus stop booth?"
"How long had the bus route been disrupted before I got there?"

...to be continued...

Now, if you opened 200 Wonka bars, apart from being dreadfully sick, you'd have used up 20% of 1,000, which is 15% half over again, 10%...

Mr. Turkentine teaching Charlie Bucket's class about percentages.