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Tuesday – Miss Mackenzie
Mar. 31st, 2009 02:04 pm.
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My son's new afternoon teacher asked to speak with me when I dropped in to pick him up yesterday evening. The woman who watches the kids in the pick up room had just greeted me with a frown to let me know that, while my son had a "good" afternoon, he'd just bitten her, the teacher. I went back to his classroom to pick up any papers that might be there for me to take home, and met Miss Mackenzie, still there from her first day on the job.
"I need to speak to you," she said.
I must have flinched, because she said, "No, it's okay. I just need to speak with you."
( A Soul To Warm Your Hands Against )
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My son's new afternoon teacher asked to speak with me when I dropped in to pick him up yesterday evening. The woman who watches the kids in the pick up room had just greeted me with a frown to let me know that, while my son had a "good" afternoon, he'd just bitten her, the teacher. I went back to his classroom to pick up any papers that might be there for me to take home, and met Miss Mackenzie, still there from her first day on the job.
"I need to speak to you," she said.
I must have flinched, because she said, "No, it's okay. I just need to speak with you."
( A Soul To Warm Your Hands Against )
