recover your face, please

it's a part of everything i suppose. it starts out relatively simple. like, wishing so fervently that school will be cancelled on a white-covered morning. getting up extra early to listen to the radio, looking outside your bed room curtains just WISHING the traffic was going slowly.. and then the sweet sweet nearly tangilbe hope that the country roads will be undrivable for the bus drivers... and then, when your school isn't mentioned... a sort of despair. a disappointment, if you will.
here's the thing, though... once i got to school and shared and revelled and hated with everyone else.. and Miss Miller came in with that smile that only elementary teachers can smile..with her star stickers to give and smiley faces to draw. and even though we all had to sit in those ridiculous chairs that paralyzed (not the good Notwist kind of paralyze) and made our feet tingle with a drowsy kind of tingle - it wasn't so bad.


it's much different now -- and no one is giving star stickers