I’m at Bryant Elementary School at the early hour of 7 a.m. I just finished talking to the
custodian, and have “Where the Wild Things Are,” “The Little Prince,” and my guitar
in tow. I don’t have the first day
shivers, a fact I impart to my previous job, with even earlier 5 a.m. mornings spent pushing
pastries into place and brewing up coffee, stuck behind a counter to please
people, most good working people,
some real snide and grumpy - a shit job
at Starbucks where I was the college graduate and my coworkers were in high school
or college, or were moving up in the corporate chain. So here I am, fresh, ready, and lonely in the
hallway on my first day of substitute teaching.
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