Another reason I avoid sending kids to the office.
Date: July 3rd, 2013
By: Polly Bath
Date: July 3rd, 2013
By: Polly Bath
Date: June 27th, 2013
By: Polly Bath
Date: June 20th, 2013
By: Polly Bath

Sophomore Greg Gunnars walked into the high school foyer, hurrying out of the sleet and freezing rain. He let the door swing shut behind him, as he always did, and kept walking in his unlaced high top sneakers.
Blam, blam, blam! Mrs. McCabe’s textbooks crashed to the floor as the closing door caught her on the shoulder and she lost grip of her belongings. Car keys and tampons flew like airborne projectiles and landed across the foyer. Lipsticks, snug in their polished cylinders, rolled out of reach. Student papers fled the shelter of their file folders and scattered everywhere.
Date: June 13th, 2013
By: Polly Bath
Date: June 6th, 2013
By: Polly Bath
Date: May 29th, 2013
By: Polly Bath
Date: May 23rd, 2013
By: Polly Bath
Date: May 16th, 2013
By: Polly Bath
Date: May 9th, 2013
By: Polly Bath
Date: April 25th, 2013
By: Polly Bath

Five-year-old Billy is easy to spot. He is large for his age; his shock of black hair is tousled and dark circles sit beneath his eyes. His little blue plaid shirt is half untucked, and his black sneakers are worn. A bit of breakfast is stuck to his cheek. Billy is seated apart from the other kindergartners, all of whom are scrubbed and shiny looking. The classroom is calm and quiet except for the scratching of yellow pencils on paper.