First Day in the Trenches
The first day of school was over. A group of shell-shocked first-years sat huddled together in the back of the restaurant.
“I knew high school was hard, but . . .”
“The twelfth-graders were huge! I honestly feared for my life during first period.”
“One of them called me Fartin,” said one named Martin. “I mean, how can you compete with that kind of wit?”
“I don’t think I can last the week, let alone all year.”
A phone buzzed. “Ugh, it’s the principal. Time for the staff meeting.”
With that, the first-year teachers got up wearily and trudged back to the school.
Yesterday was the first day of class at my university so I’ve been insanely busy in the last few weeks. Hopefully by next week it’ll be a lot calmer.
The Green-Walled Treehouse 
I gotta say, with the number of teachers in my circle, I saw this one coming a mile away. 😉 Let’s come back to them come Christmas!
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Being the teacher that you are, made me smile.
Fartin…what a great name. Sounds old English. Perspective as always, is the key.
Rochelle takes lovely photos, always. You are the rock star of flash fiction in my opinion David. 🙂
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😄great twist 🙌
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Funny, I felt their pain. High school, ugh.
Tracey
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Dear David,
I’ve no doubt this is heavily based on true story. Made me smile.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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The funniest! Wins the best post award in my book!
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One day at a time, David, and it sounds like you’ve got a good cohort to commiserate with. What subject(s) do you teach?
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This caught me off-guard and brought a chuckle in the end, but boy-oh-boy, I sure can feel for these teachers!
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Oh yes. I’ve been there. I feel their pain. Very good.
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Sounds about right. Poor Fartin, that’ll be his name until he dies, I’m afraid.
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Great twist!
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Having experienced several years of junior high boys entering my classroom with potty mouth foremost on their minds, I totally get this.
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