ArtWrite 8/24: Heather Chontos
Updated: Dec 4, 2020
On Wednesdays after school, Joley met with Kayla and Marvin in a first-floor classroom. It was protocol for teachers to erase the blackboard after each class, except after last period when the boards needed the wet cleaning they would get from the janitorial staff.
It always required some elbow grease for her to wipe away the palimpsest of the day -- diagrams of cells still visible beneath wave-like eraser strokes, algebra formulas imprinted on painterly chalk clouds -- but she never minded. Meeting with her two brightest students was the highlight of her week.
Joely’s intentions had always been so good. It never occurred to her that by working with Kayla and Marvin privately, she was asking them to forsake their classmates in service of their own advancement.