July 27, 1999: Do what I do not what others can do
I don’t wish to be a schoolteacher. I often wonder where they develop the patience to sit and lead—to look at a slow student and offer help, to fully embrace failure hoping to gain just a little light. I tried for fourteen weeks! Failure became anger—laziness hurt me not them. My loyalty quickly became burned out and yet a schoolteacher never has the choice to turn or keep facing what disappeared months earlier.