The natives are becoming restless.
Help me. They can smell the fear. Only one day remains on the calendar until their release, and they’re scratching the walls. They have begun to become violent, picking fights and yelling obscenities.
Still, others have become lethargic, believing that freedom is a mirage that will fade once they believe it’s possible.
Packs of them circle me, blocking my path from sure escape.
“Can I go to the bathroom?” they ask. Others need a drink, and some need to know if they can change seats.
Yes, folks. It’s 5th and 6th grade – one day before Thanksgiving break. I have become weary from this journey. Provisions are running low, but the end is in sight. A weaker woman would have surely perished by now, but I trudge forth, past the Sea of Parent Emails and the Land of Lesson Planning.
Send me courage and strength, my friends. And also Starbucks. That will do wonders.