Every morning I draw a smile and drive to sit in a school parking lot. I take deep breaths. More like gulps, really. I count to ten and tell myself, “Just pull two feet onto concrete. Drag each knee over, one by one. You can do it. You are strong.” But I’m having a hard time believing the words because every morning I succomb to tears.
Lots of teachers be crying in cars. We’ve had some tough years; this one ain’t too different. That is why I’m writing, or at least been trying…quite hard, damn it. Been reading everything books, marking every author, working all the onomatopoeias of fuck it. I’m entering contests. Poetry even! I lose. Every one. Get no views. I’m just a high school science teacher.
According to stats, ain’t nobody reading.
So whatever. Here are my holiday cards this season. Can’t give much. I only make slides and earn public educator wages (I’m also locked from social media).
EACH NOTE IS COMPOSED SPECIFICALLY TO A TEACHER:
If you made it this far, consider sharing. You could know one of these teachers and deliver a miracle.
Love,
a fellow educator
No Real Balance 