Ready---Set---
My stomach turns over; it heaves up and down
My thoughts leap to absurd conclusions
Then vanish into thin air
My feet don't take me where I want to go
They are clumsy today
They are not my feet
A nameless dread saps my will
I am drained before I even sit down
The backs of my knees sweat profusely
The clock has almost moved into position
It's time to start; I grit my teeth
Can I still do the job? Will they like me?
I open my eyes...
The classroom is empty
All the students are late
Another semester has begun
Chill, teacher.
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2019
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