Saturday, March 19, 2016


A battered hand appeared on the edge. Coughing and heaving, a bearded man struggled to pull himself up. He sucked in a breath of fresh pure air at the top. He looked around and smiled weakly. The school paperwork, the speech and debate preparation and administration, the mounds of e-mails, the PM 2.5, conflict, the MYP personal projects and community projects, the lack of quality sleep, and other obligations that forced themselves on him and that were self-afflicted could not hold him down forever.

Taking one last glance around, he let his grip go and leaped back, not knowing when he'd be back.