March 1: Miss Connie rigged the Dr. Seuss day raffle for the tall, red and white striped hats. While all the other teacher’s folded their kids’ names, Miss Connie rolled hers and then insisted on being the one to do the drawing. All six of her leftover kids one. She posed them in a line and took their photos afterwards.
March 2: And the times that she drank too much, it felt almost exactly like riding The Gravitron. Gravity would feel heavier to the point where she had trouble holding her head up. She would feel dizzy and stumble into bed, where it felt like she was somehow strapped in tightly under belts when there was nothing on top of her
March 3: The first thing she did when she got home was wash her hands. The bathroom had a white porcelain corner sink with two taps, one for hot water and one for cold water. It never ceased to amaze her how disgusting her hands were at the end of the day. They would look perfectly fine when she glanced at them, but when she lathered her hands with soap and rinsed them, the water carried with it everything she had done that day. It was stained dark brown from dirt and asphalt. It would be colored a little by the blue dry erase markers or red paint she had used that day, always dark and murky on the perfect gleam of the sink basin.
March 4: We closed twenty minutes ago, but I still had three kids. When Luna’s mom finally arrived, she started off by apologizing, but then told Ana that she really should have texted all the parents this morning if she wanted them to remember. Ana told her that she used to do this, but it just made parents angry that she sent to many texts, like they couldn’t be trusted with the well-being of their children. Luna’s mom completely overlooked the flier we sent home two weeks ago, the notice she signed last to week to say that she understood we closed early this week, the verbal reminding from me on Friday, and Ana’s text over the weekend. She thinks it is our duty to remind her five times that her daughter needs to go home by five. We think it is her duty to write down her own reminder of something that has been happening for twice a year since her child started school.
March 5: The school has two librarians, one of which I want to fight in the parking lot. The other one is very kind. She has spent the entire book fair helping students pay for the books they wanted when they couldn’t afford it. She was telling me how Abel had come in everyday to look at the gem book and how she was going to get it for him on Friday if his mother wasn’t able to. It made us all the more angry with him when during snack, I found him playing with the amethyst stone that came from the floor copy of the gem book.
March 6: At the Book Fair, Jai’von bought the pocket book of pranks, which no one should have let happen. A plastic pocket on the cover equipped the book with a fake cockroach, two flies, and three maggots. He spent his recess thumbing through the pages, looking for the perfect prank. Unfortunately, he did not spend the same amount of time looking for his perfect audience. He presented Gavin with a stick of gum that turned out to be the crumbs of an old cookie wrapped in foil. Gavin immediately punched him in the face.
March 7: Kiara’s mom seems to be convinced that the main aspect of my job is to be a valet service for children. At first, she would call me to send Kiara down and spending a long time talking about how she recently had a knee problem and couldn’t walk up all the stairs to sign her out. Now, she just texts me and lies, saying that the grandmother is the one there so I won’t judge her for refusing to come up.
much love,
hedgie
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