This morning I had a breakdown at my desk. Five minutes
before the final bell rang, I saw the email asking me to cover a fellow teacher’s
class. As I was hooked up to a breast pump.
I panicked, terrified that a group of 9th graders
were sitting in a room unsupervised while I sat, the equivalent of a milked
bovine, in my classroom with the door locked and the window covered.
I’m thankful...
Friday, November 8, 2013
Sunday, November 3, 2013
Light
Kristi DeMeester
12:45 PM
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Yesterday, I did the thing I've been telling myself I would do for the past four months.
What I didn't expect was how I would feel when I left. Pure. Expunged. Clean and holy as childrens' fingers clutching at their mother.
There was the fear that had hollowed me out, burrowed so deep I wonder sometimes if it will ever leave, if the demons who've taken resident will unhook their talons and quietly...
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