For today’s prompt, write an office poem.
It’s the hustle bustle
The urgency of every decision
Piles of requests and orders
Referrals from over worked staff
The endless paperwork
Rising stress and trauma
Of deadlines and student reports.
I breathe a moment as lunch arrives
A time to walk outside
Chat with the office girls
Discuss the family and weekend plans.
Then it’s back into it
The lawless Year 8’s
Pushing every button
Teacher barely survives.
The phone rings
A disgruntled parent
The staffroom pauses
Knowing its Mrs Never Happy
Again questioning her child’s results.
Explanations given
Promises of future action
Reduces the teachers
Days on the job.
Written for: http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2016-april-pad-challenge-day-18
Morpethroad 
Ah the stress of being a teacher – for it extends far beyond the classroom – all the politics, the paperwork and of course, the parents! So much more than walk in to a room, teach a lesson plan, and walk away. Often far more given as teachers than received.
“Here, have an apple” 🙂 (Even though those days are behind you) … you are still appreciated 🙂
Thank you Pat yes hey are behind me but never forgotten.