Caren Krutsinger Poet Prose Poetry

Following a Class Act

Starting my usual job as a school counselor
but in two schools instead of one.
An improbable task. I have done it before, and it is not easy.
Impossible, yet, we step up and do it any way.
Because we have been assigned.
This school district is meticulously careful to not put a specific school
in our contract
So they can send us hither and dither
Sometimes in October after we have been in school 
for a couple of months.

Tomorrow will be my first day to meet the staff
at my second school, a place I have never been or seen.
On Monday, the children at this school will be looking for Mrs. A, 
their beloved counselor whom they love and adore.

Instead they will see me, but they will have no idea who I am.
Because we have never met.
Mrs. A is well-loved, and has been in this school for eleven years.

This is the first time in the history of my career 
of being switched school to school that I am following 
a counselor who is well-loved.
I have been lucky so far to follow a school counselor who was  
lazy, mediocre, bossy, angry, unknown in the building, or dead.
The other times were much easier.

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