Today's OneWord: Principal
“The principal’s back!” Zoey whispered as we saw her limp down the hall. She limped because under her navy blue slacks, there was no actual leg anymore. It was shining steel and plastic material – a prosthesis of the master kind – helping her stride proudly into each classroom to check in. Under her eyes, we could see the literal scars of war – having left her school post as a teacher to join the army.