A school runs like a clock. And the people there become
predictable, like hour hands, minute hands, and second hands, counting down for
retirement. Teachers follow routines and anyone who breaks them is deviant.
Most who can’t stand the grind will not allow themselves to be ground, but some
need to break the grinder. It may come from sublimated rebellion or the teacher
who said, “When you finish a Master’s Degree, you can come back here and
tell me how to teach!”
My first day of work started with breakfast. The kids lined
up and I walked them to the cafeteria. Jason tried to break for it.
“Watch him Mr. Johnson!” Miss Helfrich yelled. I
“We’ll have to document that restraint!” She
watched her students to make sure they were doing everything right. Then she
started watching me.
I was watching the janitor. He had slick silver hair…
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