There was a brief, surreal, window of time in which I was a British school girl, replete with uniform tie and uncomfortable blazer. At that time (age 14), the cultural norms dictated that the most effective way to ostracize a peer was to "send them to Coventry" which meant no one spoke to them, and that they themselves might as well not talk.
I have lost my voice. Apparently, I can't write if I can't talk as it has been days since I posted. I am in Coventry . . . except I am in Baltimore, quite sick, behind a desk stacked with layers of to do list and underwhelming student essays.
And I'm stressed that my Department is doing a job search and our ad has only just gone to the Modern Languages Association website.
Back to grading, silently, as one humbled in punishment.