Like most epic fails, all I can say in my defense is that it seemed like a good idea at the time.
Isn't that what everybody says in retrospect, after their rash decision to do something every logical person knows is monumentally stupid... fails? Like when you bungee-jump from your neighbor's tree using elastic you repurposed from Grandpa's old Fruit of the Looms? Or when you pull a James Thurber. Thurber, author of The Secret Life of Walter Mitty, lost his eyesight as a child, because he and his brother were playing William Tell. I know. It's painful to visualize that one. ( I guess William Tell never heard of the "don't try this at home" disclaimer.)
I didn't bungee jump or attempt to shoot an arrow off someone's head, but I did do something equally stupid. I gave a short (announced) quiz and I introduced a new unit of study on a Monday.
It doesn't sound too stupid right?! Well, it is when you take into account daylight saving time. Okay, so now you get it. My morning classes looked like extras from The Walking Dead. If they were any more immobile, Resuscitation Annie would no longer have the training mannequin monopoly.
Sadly, I wasn't much better myself. I'm starting to think that instead of "springing ahead" on a Sunday at 2 AM, we should do it on a Monday at 2 PM. Think about it.