Question Quota

At one point yesterday, I officially reached my question quota for the hour/day/and perhaps week. My mom, having raised at least two very inquisitive daughters, probably knows exactly what it means to be physically unable to handle even one more question. However, this was an utterly new experience for me. Whether it is the purer motive of altruistic desire to help others or the more egotistical gratification of being looked up to as some sort of "source of truth" and "keeper of the secrets of life (or tests)," I usually enjoy being asked questions. I consider thoughtful questions to be one of the essential parts of the learning process.

All that being said, this week, I can barely walk two steps (literally) without questions being asked about quizzes, tests, how many papers I have finished grading, and why the girls gym bags can't be stored in the middle of the bathroom floor...and, by the way, do you know where my brother is? :)