It happened a few nights ago. I tried to ignore it. But it keeps haunting me. In my dream I am in a strange, urban city teeming with activity, noise, techno-color, & pulsing energy. My heart rate is up, eyes dilated, nerves tingling. I am surrounded by 2,000 teenagers who are hopping & popping around me like energetic dolphins about to form a school and rush off into the deep.... wait a minute...SCHOOL? OMG!!! WE'RE LATE FOR SCHOOL!!! I am supposed to herd this impossiblly fluid, slippery group TO SCHOOL-across 50 blocks of traffic-and my principal is pacing the school foyer... I jolt awake...look at the time... and realize the grim, hopeless, unavoidable truth that has permeated my brain like slow drip poison: I am going back to school. Summer is almost over. And I punch the pillow and roll into the fetal position.
Reasons to be a Teacher:
June
Most of July
...WTF!...what happened to August?!?!?
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