So, I got this job. And at this job, I have to work with special education kids and teach classes and talk to teenagers and be the responsible male adult in the horrible world of adolescence where there are no rules and all the people have the spotlight on them at all times and everyone, everywhere is having sex with everyone else except for you and they all know it and rub it in your face at parties that you're not invited to and your dad is such a dick that he won't let you use the car and. and. AND.
It rules. But it doesn't rule out of some misplaced sense of "Oh, yeah. I'mmabout to shit on all you because that's how it happened to me in high school." It doesn't rule for the money, or the benefits, or for the ability to be the bull elephant in the room for once. It rules for some other, more ephemeral and unsubstantial thing that can't be placed because to name it is to cheapen it and to cheapen it is to get a degree in engineering and just make MONEY and do all those things that you're supposed to do as a white man in a capitalist society built by white men.
It rules because of people like Mrs. Langston and Jones and Fray and all the other people who do God's work and serve and drain the essence of their lives away so that children can go to school and not be beaten or starved or maimed in some awful mechanism that would exist without the current bureaucracy.
Amen.
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Whatever.
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