Testing begins tomorrow
Three weeks of stress
Adults with fingers wagging, voices shouting, eyes rolling
Kids unable to articulate their shame for not knowing
Insecure clicks on the screen
Going to bed early is never enough not to yawn through
disconnected text, numbers, diagrams
And for what?
Never a year goes by without the inevitable innocent question: Why?
I have never given a satisfying answer. Not for me or for them.
The reasons have evolved over the years, but
Some things remain constant
How did I go from Educator to Chief Reducer of Harm?
From joy when the light bulb appears in a child’s eyes to
A relieved sigh in the absence of tears
from harsh adult words
that refuse to acknowledge
a child’s beauty and wisdom
The latter is hardly sustaining
My harm-reducing super power loses umph with each passing day
Unable to protect. Or serve. Or teach.
An existence no longer energy-giving but essence-stealing
Who will I choose? Dare I choose me?
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