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waved and turned away.
Amber threw her arm around my neck as we walked to the car. “That was pretty nice of him, carrying our bags and offering to pay for everything. He may be a little on the older side with that salt-n-pepper hair, but I’m thinking maybe you picked the wrong brother.”
“How did you know they’re brothers? I didn’t tell you.”
“Ah, how quickly you forget that I have my ways.” She checked me with her hip. “Plus, you talk in your sleep.”
It was going on dinner time when we got back to my place. Still not feeling well, Alyssa dropped Amber and me off then headed home herself, which was probably a good thing. I needed to work on my notes as soon as I was finished with dinner.
Following me into the kitchen, Amber sat down her bag and pulled out a tomato. “I’m thinking nothing fancy. Maybe I’ll just have this tomato and turn in early. Sound like a plan, Jan?”
“Sure does, Cuz. Why don’t you take the bed again tonight. I’ll either sleep on the couch or crawl in with you later.” I shrugged. “Whichever.”
Biting into her juicy tomato, Amber nodded. I waited until she finished and went to bed before pulling out the Doritos and a can of Diet Coke and settling in to work on my notecards for the conferences the following day. These notes weren’t going to write themselves, and I didn’t trust myself enough to remember every important detail about every last kid in my class off the top of my head. While they were generally well-behaved, there were a few … quirks some had that needed attention brought to them. The sooner the better.
For example, Jada’s temper. She was an angel when she got her way, but quickly stripped her disguise when she didn’t. She’d gotten into more than one fight since the beginning of the school year. I’d sent letters home. In fact, I’d sent multiple letters home for multiple students, but never heard anything in return, so I definitely needed to bring that up.
Grabbing another notecard I quickly jotted it down.
“What else? What else?” I tapped my chin with my pen before pressing it back down onto the notecard.
What I once considered a generally well-behaved first grade class no longer seemed it the more notes I made.
Bobby lied about everything and rarely ever listened.
Max doodled on the desks and defaced others’ property.
Molly continuously lifted her skirt. And her twin brother Marty dropped his pants on a regular basis.
“I work with nightmares.” Sticking a Dorito in my mouth, I chewed slowly. “They are absolute little terrors.”
My revelation came with a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. I had based my decision to become a teacher solely on the fact that that was what my mother always wanted to be. Instead she married rich and lived vicariously through me. I thought being a teacher was what I wanted until I realized what a responsibility it all was. That the kids weren’t as malleable as I thought they would be. And more often than not their parents just didn’t seem to care. What was I supposed to do with that?
Setting my notes aside, I closed my eyes and massaged the bridge of my nose. All this thinking was giving me a headache and making it a little hard to breathe. Grabbing my sweater off the back of the couch, I made my way outside to get some fresh air. The plan was to sit on my front porch swing and try not to think, but I took the stairs instead, heading over to my neighbor’s when I found his truck sitting in the driveway and him rocking in his chair.
Chapter Eight
I was in the middle of my third parent/teacher meeting when my mind started going numb. My emotions had run from especially nervous to sweaty dread and well-disguised anger. The only thing keeping me sane and not repeatedly flinging myself over this desk was the impromptu discussion I’d had with Coll the night before.
Who knew what I was thinking when I went over there or that I would find the answer I was so desperately seeking
Amber threw her arm around my neck as we walked to the car. “That was pretty nice of him, carrying our bags and offering to pay for everything. He may be a little on the older side with that salt-n-pepper hair, but I’m thinking maybe you picked the wrong brother.”
“How did you know they’re brothers? I didn’t tell you.”
“Ah, how quickly you forget that I have my ways.” She checked me with her hip. “Plus, you talk in your sleep.”
It was going on dinner time when we got back to my place. Still not feeling well, Alyssa dropped Amber and me off then headed home herself, which was probably a good thing. I needed to work on my notes as soon as I was finished with dinner.
Following me into the kitchen, Amber sat down her bag and pulled out a tomato. “I’m thinking nothing fancy. Maybe I’ll just have this tomato and turn in early. Sound like a plan, Jan?”
“Sure does, Cuz. Why don’t you take the bed again tonight. I’ll either sleep on the couch or crawl in with you later.” I shrugged. “Whichever.”
Biting into her juicy tomato, Amber nodded. I waited until she finished and went to bed before pulling out the Doritos and a can of Diet Coke and settling in to work on my notecards for the conferences the following day. These notes weren’t going to write themselves, and I didn’t trust myself enough to remember every important detail about every last kid in my class off the top of my head. While they were generally well-behaved, there were a few … quirks some had that needed attention brought to them. The sooner the better.
For example, Jada’s temper. She was an angel when she got her way, but quickly stripped her disguise when she didn’t. She’d gotten into more than one fight since the beginning of the school year. I’d sent letters home. In fact, I’d sent multiple letters home for multiple students, but never heard anything in return, so I definitely needed to bring that up.
Grabbing another notecard I quickly jotted it down.
“What else? What else?” I tapped my chin with my pen before pressing it back down onto the notecard.
What I once considered a generally well-behaved first grade class no longer seemed it the more notes I made.
Bobby lied about everything and rarely ever listened.
Max doodled on the desks and defaced others’ property.
Molly continuously lifted her skirt. And her twin brother Marty dropped his pants on a regular basis.
“I work with nightmares.” Sticking a Dorito in my mouth, I chewed slowly. “They are absolute little terrors.”
My revelation came with a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. I had based my decision to become a teacher solely on the fact that that was what my mother always wanted to be. Instead she married rich and lived vicariously through me. I thought being a teacher was what I wanted until I realized what a responsibility it all was. That the kids weren’t as malleable as I thought they would be. And more often than not their parents just didn’t seem to care. What was I supposed to do with that?
Setting my notes aside, I closed my eyes and massaged the bridge of my nose. All this thinking was giving me a headache and making it a little hard to breathe. Grabbing my sweater off the back of the couch, I made my way outside to get some fresh air. The plan was to sit on my front porch swing and try not to think, but I took the stairs instead, heading over to my neighbor’s when I found his truck sitting in the driveway and him rocking in his chair.
Chapter Eight
I was in the middle of my third parent/teacher meeting when my mind started going numb. My emotions had run from especially nervous to sweaty dread and well-disguised anger. The only thing keeping me sane and not repeatedly flinging myself over this desk was the impromptu discussion I’d had with Coll the night before.
Who knew what I was thinking when I went over there or that I would find the answer I was so desperately seeking
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