Sure, you can do that once. Then you are out the job. Talking about politics will get you in more trouble than raping a kid.

I went into teaching because I care about making the world a better place. It cost me my marriage, it has sunk me into some of the deepest pits of despair that my mental health could take, it has meant physical and verbal abuse.

Buying pencils for kids is the kind of thing that you don’t mind too much, because at least it is a problem you can fix.

Once, I had a student ask me for a pencil. (He’d ask me everyday - usually in response to me asking why he wasn’t doing his work.) He looked me in the eye, snapped it in half, and asked for another.

I gave it to him. Who cares. I couldn’t fix the sinks which didn’t work and stunk because kids shoved shit into them, but I could fix the fucking pencil.

It’s a terrible job where you are expected to save the world and hated for everything you do. But, as a dog returns to his vomit, I’ve ended up saying yes to a middle school position and start tomorrow. It’s part of my soul.