Read. Write. Read. Write. Write. Write. Read.
Prepare. Second-guess. Fret. Be reassured. Reassure.
Think. Think. Think. Think. Think.
My friends barely know what I do.
“Are you working?”
“Are you teaching?”
“Are you in school?”
Why do they think I know?
“Stop thinking that teaching to the test is a bad thing.”
“You could give them poo on a platter, and they’d comment eloquently on how poo-like it smelled.”
They see, they hear. Sometimes they understand.
Sometimes they give answers
to questions you haven’t asked.
Sometimes they ask you questions you never thought of.
Judged, judged, judged.
This is a year of judgement.
This is the first year of the rest of my life.
This is the year of the Hungry Caterpillar
and Hop On Pop.
This is the year I make myself responsible
for your child’s brain.
Now where did I put my own?