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It has now reached ridiculous levels.
They are not only the kind of people
Who care more about the X in the box,
Not a check, an X!
More about that little tiny box
With an X (not a check) in it,
Than what it means to educate.
They care more about punishing
See? I took care of it! Aren’t I good?
Than teaching.
They have no idea that they are a joke:
The laugh of the district.
They think they are modeling positive behavior
But I can see the skin is starting to stretch thin
Around their mouths.
I am waiting for it to tear like wet paper
And for the ink to run
Down their chins.
I am waiting for rain, for the circus,
For Something to Happen.
I am waiting for Truth.

The 2 Lowest, Most Sludgy Life Forms on the Planet

Athletic Directors
High School Principals

“Back to your muck, slime-dwellers!“

It doesn’t matter that your performance was scheduled last May. It doesn’t matter that the Principal said more than 3 times that he would support you and defend that date. It doesn’t matter that you’ve already advertised and notified parents of rehearsals and performance dates. It doesn’t matter that we work all semester adapting a script into ASL, not to mention prep work and costuming and design and vision. It doesn’t matter.

Why? Sports will always win. Sports produces date rapers, dog fighters, high school principals, and men who think they need to answer to no one. Sports is the best example of our f’d-up society’s f’d-up priorities, paying professional athletes ridiculously huge amounts of money and teachers ridiculously small. Sports is a money-maker. A turducken of wasted energy. A source of surface metaphors. A slogan. As deep as a mud puddle.

Then they smile at you the next day and call you dramatic. It’s better than being vulgar, slithering worms!