The voices in my head
After school, as I walk out of the building. From behind me,
Goodbye, Ms. Frizzle!
I turn, and see one of my sixth graders, a spunky girl who occasionally uses her spunkiness for evil, but is, at her best, cheerful and enthusiastic.
I did your homework already!
That's great! You wrote your whole paper?
The whole thing!
Wow, I can't wait to read it!*
And I can't.
*Yes, I use a lot of exclamation points in my job. Unfortunately, it doesn't get me any tax breaks. What can you do?