THE LETTER was in my mailbox.
No, it wasn't a rejection letter; self-published authors don't get rejection letters. It was the dreaded Letter o' Doom every teacher gets early in August, the one that tells us about the faculty meetings (groan!), teacher
Vacation time is officially on its deathbed as soon as that letter arrives.
My mind started playing "Taps" in the background as I read your post. The death of summer.
ReplyDeleteI haven't received mine yet, but chances are it's already making it's way through the U.S. Postal system. There's a lot of things to look forward to at the beginning of a new school year.
Those will-to-live sapping trainings and meetings are not on that list.
When you go to your mailbox Monday, the theme song from "JAWS" will be playing in your head. :)
DeleteOh, thanks. Now I'm going to be afraid to put my hand in the mailbox.
DeleteJust when you thought it was safe to go back to the mailbox.....
DeleteI hope you feel better
ReplyDeleteTry to forgot that letter
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:) Your poem made me laugh.
DeleteI suppose it could be worse....or maybe not.
ReplyDeleteI got mine today. Bleah!
ReplyDeleteMy sympathies.
DeleteThanks.
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