Ten.One Thousand, Six Hundred & Seventy-Eight
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The sound of the wind blowing through the trees.
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Another napkin-filter.
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To coffee, or not too coffee?
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Darn that labdanum.
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Actually, I think I like these in-person meetings.
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I need the time to switch gears.
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She starts to cry. I knew the tears were coming. “I have been in education 36 years and I have cried in a meeting twice and both…” “…what you’re not going to do is blame me for your…no we are not…”
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But I don’t trust you.
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But it’s not my responsibility to make you comfortable.
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I tell him that I think she’s full of shit.
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I feel bad. Like maybe I put him in an uncomfortable position. That was not the intention.
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This one-on-one was exactly what I needed.
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I tell her that she was crying and she shouldn’t be and now I feel like crying. Because this is emotionally draining.
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Thank goodness I brought my whistle.