Starting school is pristine.
The students come to school looking for whatever a fifteen year old looks for.
I am glad and proud to be here.
I am an imperfect teacher.
I can only see the things I did wrong.
What I get are all the beautiful children who are becoming the planet's voice.
A grand and kind sigh.
My mother told me that she was at best the shoulder that I can stand on to see what she cannot.
I can see the children moving past my stupidity and stubborness.
You are better than I am.
My shoulders are happy to have you.
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