it is done.

it is over.

i am finished.

no, i’m not going to die. or hurt anyone. i’m simply going to have to spend the rest of my life wishing that people were more intelligent. that people didn’t want to hurt me so much.

let’s look at it for a moment.

when i was four years old, i made the most important decision in my life.

“i want to be a teacher”, spoke my innocent, treble vocal chords.

and i was right.

i wavered from that exactly never. i have been a teacher all my life, inside. helping others, groups, friends, even enemies. until i had a classroom of my own. and when that was taken away, my students protested, complained, and some even cried. like me.

and i swore it would never happen again. i’d teach where teachers were needed.

where i always wanted to be, anyway.

teachers are often soft, weak people. not all of them, but most.

they teach because they have no other options and they are lost.

i don’t.

i’m passionate about teaching in a way that the word doesn’t convey. i love teaching in the way that others love living. in the way that others love physical attraction. but they don’t understand.

i’m not one to lose this fight. this is only a setback.

but it’s a setback from which my emotions will never recover.

mark my words, this day is the day when potential happiness became potential lack of sadness. the bar just got lowered.

and they tell me that i’m the worst candidate they’ve got.

you’ve been looking for a good example of collective blindness?

mission accomplished.