School, 4om the Point of View of a Desk

School, 4om the Point of View of a Teacher

What mistake did I make? What wrong turn did I take? All I wanted to do was help young people have a great life. Now I regret ever having that thought. Eight hours a day with screaming, crying, whining, complaining, and un-understanding kids swarming through my room. The hallways are trashed, my room is trashed, and the grounds are a wreck. What did I ever do to deserve this? They can’t be controlled; they were all put on this Earth to punish me. Maybe, maybe, if I get a raise…… no, I’ll never have enough money to live on. Everything here reminds me, this is a prison with windows named school.

The End

08-13-08