year.
she's done.
it's not the same anymore, she
says.
i'm going to retire
at the end of this school year.
kids are wild.
dangerous.
they don't listen.
spoiled and entitled.
i'm done she says.
no one wants to hear
about shakespeare
anymore,
or robert frost, or
walt whitman.
it's a jungle in there.
math and science don't matter.
it's no longer teaching
and learning.
it's baby sitting.
time to quit.
time for my life to begin.
there won't be a dinner,
or a gold watch,
or placard.
i'll just turn in my badge,
my key
and slip back into oblivion.
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