...where everything goes wrong. When frustration seeps through the cracks of your previously caulked facade and piles up in mounds all around you like so many dung hills. When you realize that you spend 11 hours a day at an old school building getting metaphorically spit on while miscreants run the show and you know that you are, for all intents and purposes, powerless to prevent them. When it gets through your thick skull that public education is a complete crock and that money is the name of the game and the school board works tirelessly to keep their positions and associated status. When you go on a run to release the stress and end up swearing and thinking about alcohol and cigarettes, those twin vices representative of a lost hope. When you're not the only one feeling this way. Far from it, in fact. When you feel worthless and your job feels pointless and the world seems hopeless. When you are past the point of feeling sorry for these children and instead feel a mixture of fury and shame.
Well, I suppose, as Scarlett O'Hara reminds us, "Tomorrow is another day."
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