I stop by your room. Your chair is pushed in and your desk is computer free, I know I have missed you for the day. I head back to the hallway, back towards my own room. I see your silhouette all the way down the mile long hall, your familiar gait and bags draped over your arms.
I walk halfway down the hall and remember that dismissal has already happened-these classrooms are kid free. “Bye Dawn,” I yell, pushing my voice through two masks and the empty hallway.
I didn’t expect you to turn around and come back towards me. “I’m in no rush,” you tell me.
We meet halfway. We debrief again about the part of the day that has passed since our last debrief. I tell you of my 104 takes trying to record a video for the staff. Of course, you offer me wise advice, “Give it a fresh go tomorrow.”
We say goodbye, knowing we will meet again in the morning. We will debrief and share plans for the day.
Just before you reach the exit, you turn back around and call, “I have no slice. I have nothing.”
“Same here,” I call back.
“It’s day 23. We’ve done well,” you say…
and I know, that I have found my slice.
Thank goodness for writing partners.