"Yeah...." I answered.
"Can we try it?" Prem asked excitedly.
"Flesh...." he whispered under his breath.
"I don't think they gave you enough Valium, you're not showing it at all....I think it's going to wear off while you're in there."
I started holding my breath.
"I can't do this. You have to stop." I finally answered.
"We are going to get through this together." the technician answered.
I laid there a few minutes, trying to get myself together.
"Okay. Roll me in."
I lowered my face, gripped a plastic rail and started counting.
"Please set a goal with your grade level about how you can help with our CCRPI score." an administrator stated during a faculty meeting on our first day back from the end of the year break.
A teacher, who has told me countless times that she wants my job, rose and turned toward me, calling out across the entire room.
"I've done your job and you need to move those kids on the ACCESS tiers!"
"You're setting my goal for me....?" I mumbled, shocked.
Those weren't even my scores; I had worked there a week before administering the test. And who the fuck calls out another teacher about standardized test scores in front of the whole school? How the hell were her scores? We are an F school. My students shouldn't have to balance out everyone else's shitty scores. Why doesn't she try to teach her own fucking students and bring up our CCRPI?
But the bottom line was, she was trying to discredit me, in front of everyone, because she wants my job. My stomach churned.
"Mr. Pulchic has problem with his legs." Yami announced randomly during after school tutoring.
"Well you see," Aazim began, authoritatively, "his middle is quite large and his legs are very small. It is difficult for them to hold everything up." he explained, fingers on his chin and eyes fixed on Yami.
"Ms. Swort has the same problem."
I found myself snickering, even though I knew it was awful.
Soberuary has arrived again. I haven't plied myself with as much yoga and herbal tea as I have in previous years, but I still have that George Constanza feeling in the episode when he gave up sex and became really smart. I'm not really smart yet, but I am on a steady, manic path of self improvement. Sans alcohol.
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