School's over...for the students

I come in early to see a deserted island of empty parking spaces.
I choose the one closest to my office.
It's so quiet, I can hear the birds chirping to each other.
School's over...for the students.

Instructors and staff meander over to the cafeteria.
I scan the horizon and don't see any of my compads.
A long line alerts me to the fact that there is food
Biscuits and gravy...Southern food in the Southernmost State.

The classroom looks stark and lonely without students lurking close by.
I turn on my computer to just a few emails.
Now this is weird, what to do, what to do in the hours till pau hana.
Somehow the noon hour sneaks up...time for a chatty snack.

Rice of various sorts grace the makeshift dining table.
My yogurt and fruit look out of place in this Asian paradise.
Pearls of laughter ring in the empty room, are we too loud?
A secret slips out of my mouth...my friend is astounded.

School's over...for the students and we carry on.
Perhaps we can go to Yogurtland to celebrate.
I praise God I am no longer an English teacher!!
It seems like such a selfish comment...but I'm out of here!!