That same day, Frannie turned down my invitation to lunch and, although she was present for an afternoon meeting, she excused herself to the bathroom almost immediately. Each morning that week Frannie was among the first to arrive at school and the last to leave at night. However, she rarely fraternized with other staff members. When I popped into her classroom to speak with her, she would look up from her work for about a minute, make a few cryptic comments, and then bury herself in her class preparations. Edgar Allan Poe.
First quarter seems shorter every year.
Drowned by MLA research papers, I didn t see much of Frannie until early November. Each day, Frannie ate a solitary lunch in her classroom with the door shut. Other days, when she scheduled lab work or videos, she hardly talked at all, the students said. She spoke not angrily, but sadly, I think. I quietly shut my classroom door.