Dreading Lunch Duty
I could call in sick except I don’t.
It is only nine more days until summer break.
And I am taking Friday off.
That is only two days from now.
I keep thinking I could leave early.
Because the worst part of my day is coming up.
I watch the clock.
Forty-one minutes until lunch duty.
The dreaded, horrible, awful, terrible, lunch duty.
Forty minutes now
Thirty-nine minutes now.
Thirty-eight minutes.
Thirty-seven minutes.
Thirty-six minutes.
Thirty-five minutes.
As you can see,
I am determined to
spend my whole day on this.
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