W.F. whispers my name. His tone is gentle, not like the shrill bitchy tone my alarm adopts at unseemly hours.
“Maria,” he says. “Do they always have to make it on time? A tardy won’t kill them!”
But I turn away from his honeyed whispering and peel myself from my pillow. The bitchy alarm wins again.
Children sent off to school, the whispers began
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Love your use of the theme!
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I used to think "if I could only get published." I've had a few (unpaid) little things published and now it just..it's almost like it's more stress because I feel people expect more.
And I feel this way often with my college work. Some days I think, "I'm going to be a great teacher!" and other times, "I don't know how I will ever do it."
It's so easy to be over-confident and/or to discourage one's self.
Thanks for letting me know I am not alone.
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