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Faculty Meeting

Updated on February 1, 2013

They gave out medals to

the brave souls who bled

for the school during the

latest lunchroom riot. One

yells, “They sure do deserve


it!” Another thinks, It could

have been worse; it could

have been me. They watch

a video, “activating the schema”

and “internalizing these strategies”


escaping like bad breath across

the cafeteria. Meanwhile, Mr. C

bloodies papers with a red pen,

Mrs. D taps cigarette ashes

smartly into a coffee cup,


Mrs. F chatters to Mrs. P

about gall bladders and gum-

chewing. Mr. L shines his

medal against his tie. And

somewhere, down in the depths


of the school, near boilers, near

a beaten, worn wooden chair,

stands the school’s janitor, solving

the world’s problems with

a broom and a dustpan.

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