Weekly Faculty Meeting Yum
Many are gabbing, like magpies on steroids.
As if we are getting away with something.
Our big chance to speak to adults, and we are taking it.
Teachers at a faculty meeting.
I distance myself in proximity and mindset.
This is a weekly meeting. I can jump
onboard next week as well as today, and catch up quickly.
Ready for my playtime to begin, not interested in their gabs.
It is usually some cute antidote I have already heard. I do not
teach reading or math; my job is to look for
the good in everyone. I can hold onto that if I do not
listen to the gabbing. I look for
the good in teachers too, after all.
These meetings are heavily saturated with testing,
attendance, reading, and math.
I teach none of these things. I am not responsible for
getting them here, and I detest all
of this incessant testing. Doubting the validity in the first
place, it makes not a whole lot of sense to me.
Snatches of conversations float past me. I look around.
Same players. Same conversations. I am serious, truly.
The same talkers, the same listeners. I move around from
table to table each Wednesday, to get different perspectives.
Most do not. I sit in the corner today, alone,
marveling at the dull sameness of the gabbing, and the conversations.
The lone wolf, howling silently, with her pen teeth.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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