The Questions Have Changed

It took eight weeks into my third semester to hear how the questions had changed. It was no longer, “Why, Miss. Why do you work here?” Maybe they had grown tired of the question, maybe the questioners had changed, but one day I heard, “Do you like working here?” At the nod of my head and a knowing smile I get all sorts of responses. “I don’t get you, Miss,” quipped back one. That’s good, I don’t want him, or any of them, to understand.

This time last year they asked me every day, “When are you going to take a vacation?” This year when I move to update my cancellation schedule on the white board, they kid me, “Miss, you’re slackin’. Why ‘you cancelling  class all the time?” They can see for themselves that I’m in training, helping with the job fair, sitting in the monthly reviews, so that’s not the real question at all. They are too obvious.

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About hey miss

A teacher. A prison guard. I used to think that was like oil and water. Like lightening and metal. Some days it is. Some days it's magic.
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