The Incubation Tank

I've been sitting in a small concrete room, for a few weeks, with 15 (i have a new student) small little vessels of germs, viruses and sickness... Everywhere I look is a dripping nose, a coughing mouth, a sneezing child... sending millions and millions of tiny microbes out into the atmosphere that is my classroom. And all of them aimed at me I'm sure... it's crazy, I can't shake my cold, and it's morphing into a different cold... the Kids planned this, i know it's true... they want me ill, and the mom's; I bet they think it's cute, to hear me sneeze, sniffle... it's just not fair.