It's still dark. The sun hasn't yet made an appearance. There are no colors in the sky even indicating that its arrival is near. The moon is in the 12:00 position, directly overhead. It is a half moon. Half dark, half lit. It resembles a half-eaten pie still in its pan.
They are coming....in their Mustangs, their SUVs of all makes, their pickup trucks and even mini-vans. Some car pool.
Disembarking from their vehicles they hurry, saunter and stumble in mass, drawn like moths towards the brightly lit entry ways. Loaded down with backpacks, satchels, bags of various sizes, some with rolling cases and crates. Like zombies, they are drawn to the light.
A few will be ignored today, maybe even bullied. Some will be loved and appreciated by all they encounter Others will be feared and still others will be clowns, stand-up comedians. Most will enjoy at least a portion of their day.
Who are these that brave the dawn of the day? They are teachers.
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