Here’s something I’ve been meaning to get done during the weekend, but didn’t find the time for until now. A little disclaimer is in order, though, to not give the wrong impression. I generally have the utmost respect for teachers. I believe it is among the most underappreciated and often thankless professions there are (is? Not sure what the correct word here is). Of course, there are exceptions to everything.
Some teachers use their position and influence to share their knowledge and expertise in a manner which is passionate and inspirational. During each of my stages of education I have had quite a few of these of which I have fond memories. Others choose to be arrogant tyrants, expecting everyone to be their obedient little subjects. If you’re among the latter, the respect I might have had for you has dropped tremendously. And if you’re among the latter and negatively affect people I care about because of it, you have just made an enemy out of me.
Now, no need to worry. I’m far too law-abiding to go and rashly do anything criminal, getting myself and possibly others into a whole heap of trouble. Thankfully, we writers have our own weapons, our own ways of venting our anger and frustration. This here is only a simple little example. It’s not going to bring about any big changes, if any changes at all and the ‘target’ is probably never even going to see it. Still, I don’t think it’s that bad an idea to channel my anger in a way that keeps my creativity going. At the very least it’ll make me feel better than when I leave things hanging around in my head. Plus, I doubt this little limerick will be the last I’ve seen of her here. Yeah… I’m. Not. Done…
One teacher most vile and malicious
Whose treatment of students was vicious
She seemed without soul
As their freedom she stole
It truly would make one seditious