Ten.One Thousand, Six Hundred & Seventy-Eight
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The sound of the wind blowing through the trees. 
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Another napkin-filter. 
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To coffee, or not too coffee? 
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Darn that labdanum. 
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Actually, I think I like these in-person meetings. 
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I need the time to switch gears. 
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She starts to cry. I knew the tears were coming. “I have been in education 36 years and I have cried in a meeting twice and both…” “…what you’re not going to do is blame me for your…no we are not…” 
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But I don’t trust you. 
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But it’s not my responsibility to make you comfortable. 
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I tell him that I think she’s full of shit. 
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I feel bad. Like maybe I put him in an uncomfortable position. That was not the intention. 
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This one-on-one was exactly what I needed. 
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I tell her that she was crying and she shouldn’t be and now I feel like crying. Because this is emotionally draining. 
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Thank goodness I brought my whistle.