The teachers shivered as they watched the recess horde which never ever ended. It’s death or life, lies or truth. It's them or us. Their eyes glazed around the mob, knowing that some opportunity could lead to havoc.
Like the crack of a jump rope, a type of sizzling chemistry suddenly burst around them, exploding loose. Screw philosophy and fact. Forget about instruction, all the facts from teacher education. Clothes? Who needs them when all hell breaks loose?
Somewhere,
there is an agency, somewhere that will set the playground in order. Over
near the swings there would be a huddled group of people, clutching boxes of books,
reading as if their lives depending on it. The agency will know how to help
them all. Soon.
I wouldn’t
count on help coming anytime soon
I am well versed in recess duty. There is no joy in that place. In fact it is hell.
The colored words are a Wednesday Word collection from ages ago, 2019.. Recess memories still remain.
Recess duty can be difficult, you always have the bullies to deal with.
ReplyDeleteRecess duty was hell? You must have had far more kids than was in our school. Was there only one teacher on duty? We always had three, one by the sports equipment and ovals, one by the general playground equipment and one over by the kindergarten play yard for the kids up to grade two.
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