Friendship Day
I didn't know scar tissue could tear so easily. It's as if it never really heals. When my heart is nothing but the reminder of past betrayals it will cease to beat.
I planned for the seniors. I spent the whole evening baking.
I made enough cookies for everyone! And yet everyone was only three people. And one of those left early to work in another class. I spent my morning in a vacuum where I expected laughter, noise and camaraderie. I needed a verdant forest of warm conversation. I was exiled to the Siberia of solitude.
This was period one. Had they forgotten?
I put out the cookies and the lollipops. I can't eat this all alone! I can't eat anything alone because the betrayal is bitter bile and my stomach is reacting to the pain in my spirit. Tears are the blood of the broken soul, and surely I would need to hold back the growing river of pain that threatened to burst past my dam of stoicism.
I wanted all to feel welcome! I wanted them to be safe! It is terrible enough to worry about your own loneliness. Perhaps the seniors were in danger? I had clearly marked a safe zone for them!
I ended up giving the cookies to the FBI class. I cannot think of a greater waste of food and caring than that.
We love you and appreciate you Mr. Petraitis 😭
IM SO SORRY 😭😭
I’m so sorry. Thank you for make your class free of Zombie Sharks! I had such a great time in your class 🥹🥹
I’m so sorry you had to go through this Mr Petraitis…