Our counselor slowly slips into my room. Without a word, a piece of paper is handed my direction. I give a quick nod and a half smile. I try to read her expression. She gives me nothing.
She leaves my room as quietly as she came.
I glance down at the paper she has handed me.
I want to give it due justice, but it will have to wait. Students are vying for my attention.
As soon as I am by myself, I unfold the paper again.
I scour over the names to see if any are recognizable.
Known names are known for a reason.
Three-fourths down the page and nothing... No names that I know. No names that I have to prepare myself for. Strangely, I am slightly disappointed. I eventually connect with those "tough" kids even though they start out thinking I'm their worst nightmare.
As I finish reading through the last of my list, a name slaps me back to reality. THE name! The one name that ALL teachers in my building know. It precedes him.
I hear other teachers talking in the hallway. I walk out to join them.
They are talking about HIM. How HIS name did not make their list.
Some are even cheering.
Then the questions start. Who has HIM?
I slowly raise me hand. The apologies begin.
I nod and give into my condolences.
Secretly, though, I'm excited.
Those "tough cookies' keep me on my toes and help me to show all my students that it is always okay to strive to be better... even when your name precedes you.
Allergic to Middle Age
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