Drowning. That is how I feel in this meeting. I come up for air and am hit by another wave.
Test scores. High school recommendations. CSE meetings.
Drowning. The air is sucked out of my lungs and the chance for words is gone. I just focus on breathing. Breathe in. Breathe out.
Grades. Late work. Missing work. No work.
Drowning. I can see the other heads bobbing around me. A few go under.
New schedule. Building construction. Layoffs and resignations. Details I am privy to because?
Drowning. Drowning. Swimming feels too hard. Giving up is tempting.
Veteran teacher. Union representative. Lone workshop wolf in a flock of standards sheep.
Drowning in the words that fill up the air in this room. Drowning in the words that are missing.
I slowly begin to release and allow myself to drift away.