I Know Why the Art Teacher Cries

... because of paper cuts. And cardboard cuts.
... because she just sat in a puddle of water. Again.
... because it's only Wednesday, but it has felt like Thursday for two days now.
... because she just stepped in green paint. Again.
... because her clock won't stop buzzing, no matter how many times she beats it.
... because working in a tiny octagonal room with no windows and 30 sixth graders triggers her claustrophobia.
... because she's on bus duty and has realized that she left her gloves inside.
... because she's on her way to her car and has realized that her gloves have been in her pocket all along.
... because a 1st grader corrected her math.
... because a 1st grader corrected her spelling.
... because the Monster Mug she made looks less "monster" and more like something that could be questioned as, um, racist.
... because a 2nd grader mocked her.
... because her last class was a Level Three on the chocolate recovery scale.
... because she forgot to fire the clay pieces her 4th graders were supposed to glaze.
... because of the email from THAT parent.
... because of the other email from that other parent.
... because ________________________________.