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September 6, 2012
Staying late, the smell of crayons. Eraser shavings, on all four tables. A quick meet with our counselor, a five year old bully in my class. More training, taking notes. A new grade book, new confusions. The hum of the lights at school, the empty hallways. The unknown of the many hours spent alone, all the effort put forth. It is getting dark, time to venture home. Many inappropriate words going through my mind, whispered out of my lips. I forgot we had dinner plans. Good friends, healthy meal. Sharp pain, I need my meds. So exhausted, home at last.