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2024-10-29 19:42:56Present Day
It’s Friday and the last bell of the day has just rung dismissing all the students for the weekend. I hear a knock on my classroom door, and I invite whoever is there in without even looking up.
“Hey ??? have I told you lately that you are my favorite coworker?”
I let a slight grin form on my face “What do you want Mr. Roberts?”
“Well now that you mention it, could you take my spot in the meeting that is getting ready to start? I really have to get home and pack for my weekend trip”
“Roberts, if it was any other day, you know I would cover for you, but I have an important meeting in an hour and I have to be there. Sorry”
“Is everything okay?”
“Yea, just some stuff I have to take care of.” Roberts is my buddy. He is the first person that I really connected with when I started working at this school and I was grateful that we had each other’s support on hard days. But today I could not help him.
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