Talking too much!

Parent teacher interviews

Drive fear into my heart

I have to work all day

Then at night the true work starts

I prep and plan and find kids work

I print out my appointment list

I fill up on trusty H20

To lubricate my throat

And then the doors all open up

And I am a seated teacher, ready to go

My first parent is great

I’m talking fine

They are happy to

“Great Kid” I say as they depart

Another waiting parent,

Pops into the vacated seat.

Dinner time comes

About two hours later

And I find I have a problem.

I do not want to eat the fare,

I do not want to talk.

I’ve talked all day,

And all night long,

I’ve still got an hour to go,

It’s now that I sent up a prayer

“Please God, don’t let my jaw fall off”.

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