They gave me the job, but won't give me my space
Really, I was lucky.
I mean, landing a job straight out of grad school isn’t something you take for granted. And when it’s a position as a school social worker, your dream job, at a school just three blocks from your home, you definitely don’t complain.
Which is why I didn’t, at first.
“This is the room you’ll be using,” Mrs. Markowitz, the principal, told me, when she took me on a tour of the building two days before the start of the school year.
The school building was tiny. Literally. It was a miracle they managed to fit the classrooms inside. But it was a new school, starting its second year, and things took time. I could understand that.
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