A long forgotten, black swing dress
paired with cozy brown tights
and my favorite suede boots
sets the tone for the day: upbeat.
After the perfect blow dry
I grab my stuff and head to the car.
No rain yet.
the sun streaks pink in the east.
I scoot out onto the main road
and drive without interruption.
No red lights,
flashing school buses,
or ped crossings to slow me down.
The freeway merge
is all about acceleration.
I’m in the flow
when the opening riff of
“American Girl” begins.
I turn the volume to max
“Well she was an American girl
raised on promises.
She couldn’t help thinkin’ that there
was a little more to life
A string of “best songs ever”
continues through my commute
ending with Peter Gabriel
into my parking space.
Student spirits are positive
throughout the day, too.
There is excitement for our next unit,
but reading remains
at the heart of our lesson,
a community of readers
lost in their fictional worlds.
“There is a large box of books
a parent dropped off for you in the office.”
(Seriously, can this day get any better?!)
The faculty meeting is cancelled,
two extra hours of planning gained.
A final check of emails reveals
Not one, but two
parent notes of former students,
sharing high school successes
and thanking me for my support.
By the time I head back
to the parking lot
my walk is more of a swagger,
Gratitude and satisfaction wrap
around my core like a cashmere throw.
I press the car ignition
and settle in for the drive home.
An old Feist melody plays
“One, two, three, four
Tell me that you love me more.”
…and I’m out!