The Salt Mines

The salt mines control not only my waking thoughts, but my body. It is impossible to leave my classroom during working hours and my body conforms to a strict schedule.

Bells ring, clocks tick, papers shuffle, shhhh. Signs of emotion quickly rushed into the appropriate office, where they are documented and reported to the proper authority. A teacher breaks down, the door slams, a student disagrees, the library is off-limits, no skateboards allowed. The intercom breaks into the airspace with a thought for the day and I sit behind a stack of papers, give this kid a pat on the back that kid is bullied she has low self esteem his t-shirt is inappropriate she is moving again.

You can do it. You are good readers. Good job.

A note, folded tight and topped with a pink heart is kicked down the hallway during passing time along with candy wrappers and pencils. Once Megan loved Josh. The principal slowly combs the hallway, leaning over and picking up each one.