I feel something.
Crystalizing.
Hard.
My jaw clenching,
as the nice lady on the stage
says,
"teacher's role"
and
"should"
and
"scaffolding and tooling and building possible futures"
Our children have eyes.
We are their possible futures.
Perhaps it would be better
not to be proxies
but instead to be better models.
I need
to be
a better human
than I am
before I pretend
to be able to
utter one
syllable
about a possible future.
Much better.