[ journal entry #001 ]
March 4th, 1992
I've been asked to have someone cover my classes for the next two days, as my presence is requested in the first of what might become a series of meetings. The specific nature of this is not something I have been informed of, I only know it is specific to me and can find no other reason than my career. Regardless of the behaviors others might exhibit in what they consider professional behavior, I do practice keeping to myself in many instances and find it serves my purpose well. Better to bend my head and stay in the dark than worry about further personal involvement, which only serves as a means for ache in the end.
Two days ago, Jack phoned with the excuse of wanting to catch up followed closely on the heels by the question of would I want to go for a drink. Whether or not I had work to tend to wasn't relevant, a year is a long time and consequently leaves room for a great deal of change. Colleagues are one thing, further than that is a road I have no want to go down.
The question of why I'm being called to a private meeting is still persistent in the back of my mind. What could be so vital, so important, that my presence specifically would be called for? Termination hearings are never held in this kind of setting, those frequently take place within hours of the issue being deemed relevant. I've never been exceptional at the game referred to as waiting, but at the moment it's all that I can do.