"This is what being a teacher is really all about"?

I could somewhat see leaves on a tree mockingly waving at me through my shattered passenger door window.  As I searched around my car to make sure no valuables had been taken in this brazen attempt at theft in the faculty parking lot, my mind wondered.  "How could this have happened,  could it have been prevented?" Then I asked myself:  "What was I doing at the time of this tragedy?"  I had to retrace my steps...My day certainly started out okay:  One of my colleagues invited me to and paid for my breakfast of two burritos with OJ (although one of those burritos went to a student who out of the blue said she was hungry and had missed breakfast to drop her brother to school).  I stayed up the night before to finish today's lesson plans, as this was a Monday, and I wasn't about to miss Monday Night Football.  I had just about finished my breakfast, when I saw my supervisor taking a seat in the back of the class.  My mind suddenly jolts as I realize that I am being evaluated!  I taught my classes, trying not to be mindful of the evaluator, just trying to remember to relax and just do what I do everyday.  Maybe I could have shortened the conversation I had with a student who was heartbroken because he and his girlfriend had just broken-up.  Long story short, "teenage drama".  I eventually ran across an email regarding a faculty meeting after school, so I rushed to the meeting which consisted of going over all the things I am suppose to be doing outside of teaching, and how I am to enforce this rule, that rule, and Oh don't forget about this new rule.  Looking back on the day, there was nothing that I could have done differently to prevent the attempted break-in.  I am perplexed and confused until I find myself in the parking lot sitting in my car with my window shattered, and then it hits me...Ohhhhh that's why my window is broken, I left change in my center cup holder.