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Submitted by CMM
I’ll miss your smiles.
Your awkward ducks.
I’ll miss the moments you’d say, “Hey teacher, come look!”
I’ll miss your laughter.
I’ll miss your squeals.
I’ll miss the dancing that made me blush.
You’re high schoolers now!
Jinny didn’t have anything for me to do. “Just spend time with them,” she told me. She stayed downstairs in the teacher office. At 8:40am I made my way up to the first grade room. Some of the kids said hello. I let them have free time for the first 30 minutes. The last 15 minutes we played a game as a class. Big Wind Blows. I wrote my contact information on the board and that was that. My second grade class went roughly the same way. The kids were tired. They had just returned from “vacation.” Many of them spent it working on their parents’ farms or taking tests at the high schools. I tried to smile. The boys huddled around someone’s phone. A game, I’m guessing. I talked to a few of the girls about what high school they would be attending in March. “Are you excited?” I asked with as much enthusiasm as I could muster. Most of the girls were not. High school means more work, more stress, and less time to be home and with friends. Most of the students will live in the dorms. Study. Eat a bit. Study. Sleep a bit. Study. That will be their life. For those that are not up to school standards it’s time to farm or attend a vocational school. At 4:30pm I walked to the front of the school with the teachers I carpool with. We got in the car quickly, the few minutes outside had all of us blowing hot air into our shaking hands. We drove past the school gate and I stared out into the fields. The 16-year old boy that always grins when he sees me shielded the visible left side of his face with his hand as we drove past. Goodbye, I thought. There wasn’t anything good about it though.
I’m sure it is written somewhere in your contract.
Happy cooking, waygookins!
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