It is morning

[improper_me]

It is 8:08 am. The calm before the storm. My shoulders begin to tense. I double check everything. Are my papers where they need to be? Do I have anything in my teeth? Is my fly undone? What am I forgetting? The unnumbered list of questions runs through my mind like the credits at the end of a movie that I have seen one hundred times.

I am never

Comments

[halfshellvenus]

I liked the trepidation at the beginning-- which could be true for so many people in so many settings, and especially this line: A smile both plastered and lacquered it is so fake.

Somehow, the reality of the situation slips in and works its magic again and again. The reality is so often less troubling than the fear.

[improper_me]

The reality is so often less troubling than the fear.

I find this is true throughout my life, but it doesn't seem to calm my anxiety haha.

[karmasoup]

One wonders if this is how all teachers must feel some days.

[improper_me]

I would scarcely utter those words aloud.... just with a LJ and some anonymity lol.

[ellison]

So sweet! People always think of kids being nervous on the first day of school, but teachers certainly are too! Nicely done.

[improper_me]

Thank you!

Back to writing report cards. I feel so drawn to read entries, but I really must get back to work.

[eternal_ot]

Well written. Loved the last line. Sums it up perfectly.

[kajel]

I can’t even help myself. I love that. I love the transition of emotion from beginning to end.