Labor Day of the Dead

Labor Day came and went, and I labored—here at school. A couple of weeks into school and I’m already behind. What can I say? It’s inevitable. I’ll always be behind in a school year. I‘ve just got to finish this race. That’s all that counts.

Evidently, there are a few other teachers who feel the same because I saw some roaming the halls yesterday. Every time I spotted one it was always off in the distance in a half lit hallway. They look disheveled. I felt like I was in the middle of that Resident Evil game, and I just spotted a zombie that I was supposed to take a shotgun to.



It makes sense because just like the hero in the game, I wanted nothing more that to get out or there. For all I knew, I could have been infected myself and was on my way to full-blown teacher zombiedom. The real horror is that zombies eat brains. Where are you going to find those in a public school?!