I Think I Get It Now

No therapist wanted to do any kind of counseling for B School, which to my home is quite near. I was frankly bewildered that three of my friends, Susan, Tad, and Sun had told me they would never come back here. B school looked lovely; the grounds were impeccably beautiful - flowers, wind spinners, and fountains with water ever so clear. The reception area was colorful, welcoming, pretty even, a tribute to whoever designed it so dear. I wondered why everyone I had spoken to who had been here hated it so, it was totally unclear. The dean of students was lovely, smart, engaging, a good listener; a woman who seemed totally dear. "I would like Tricia Tee take you around, "Dean told me, "So you can see what a ship-shape school we run here. We had no sooner got to the first locker when a child started to walk past, and I yelled,"Mere!" My former student looked up, scared, frightened, mesmerized, unable to move, hypnotized by fear. "That's a demerit for you, Mrs. K, and a demerit for Mere," Tricia said snippily, writing it down in a notebook she had near. Um... I think I get it now.