Tenure
I am sneaking in a bit of me time again.
Maniacal laughter here
In actuality, I sneak in a bit of work in between my me-times.
Luckily, they do not know
As no one keeps an eye on me anymore.
They are afraid of what they might see
And I have tenure.
No matter how insane I get,
This protects me.
It is my mantra and I despise it.
The good teachers do not need it,
And the bad ones depend on it.
It is also my curse.
And my friend.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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