Redemption Song

With my response in Ms. Papaliberios' hand, I suspect that she is deliberating my pending future with the department of education. I can only hope that she makes the correct decision and that I am prepared to receive it. Today there are odd happenings in the Reassignment Center. New people come in and former ones just don't seem to leave. I wonder how this all started. How many were there in the beginning? How long will the number serving sentences here continue to increase? I can recall the time I spent in the school's in-house principal's suspension room for the students, where I had to report for duty for one period a day, ad did other teachers for other periods of the day in that room. The students were disillusioned, often confused and angry - at why they were there and also for how it was they were sent to be there. Their spirits were crushed. Similarly, there are many teachers here who are disillusioned with the proceedings that led them to be here. They are certainly confused and angry here. I, too, find myself oscillating between being confused and angry. On other days, I am sad. We are all sad. We don't understand why so many of us are here. Is it only a bureaucracy? How can such wrongness take place? The thing I couldn't imagine before I now experience myself; I didn't know how the minds of the students in the in-house suspension room were handling their predicament. Now I am experiencing what they must surely experience; feeling completely unheard and misunderstood, and so terribly lonely - especially amidst the company of peers.