Dr Mary and Me

Caren, Caren, Caren,” the optimistic, positive principal said, shaking her head. “I’m sorry to lose you.” I was sorry to go, but stay I could not for I had been reassigned to a dull building across the slew. I had only been her counselor for a year, but we had buckets of fun, her and I. cute Dr. Mary and Me. It was one of the best times I’d ever had in a school, and I’ve cartwheeled my way in schools of three. She was fun, exciting, dramatic, and bang-whiz. Her morning assemblies were full of zizzle and sassy. The best principal I’d been with for a big long time, I was sad to leave her in the midst of teachers, so damned mean-face-spirited and ass-y. I never told her how mean some had been; but I would not have allowed a dead dog to take a spelling class from one. White-haired skinny would target a prospect, ensuring their day, week, minute, and seconds would be absolutely no fun. There was another, Sharp and mean. Behind her big back to my friends, I called her the Mrs. Sarcasm driving-sports--car-ridiculous-Queen. Maybe I should have mentioned to Dr. Mary that no one could shut down the 4th graders as fast as she – their hopes, their dreams, and other things. I went about the school doing my best to rescue the un-love-ables from teachers of MAD. Mad Faces, Angry Hearts, truly so many bad. I left Dr. Mary, there, amongst the low. The ones who cannot relate, the ones that are slow. People go after people like Dr. Mary and me. For the goodness in the children they cannot see. Some days I think I should run over to see, Dr. Mary, and we could laugh and squeal loud and glad. I doubt she’s still there, as she truly loves children, which would make the ones she inherited extra mad.