Still Another Day

The score is fourth graders, 5,000 and me, 18.

I am here, still. My voice is somewhere north of Interstate 80. The children are constantly asking me if I’ll be getting my voice back. Uh, if I didn’t have to tell you a million times the same thing over and over. Oh, wait, isn’t that what parenthood is about?** joking**

I have to admit that it is teacher appreciation week. I have been feeling the love from most of the kids. The thing I’d appreciate the most?

…getting my voice back, naturally.

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thereisnosanityclause

58 year old married female, care-giving, coffee-drinking.dog loving former government employee who is writing to try to keep her sanity.

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