Lost

"What do I find most difficult in leaving behind?" you ask ...

Teaching ... the thing itself... I will not regret any other aspect of the school nor the people I work for or work with but the students.

"Why must you go then?" you ask ...

Because I love it enough to part with it for I know that if I stay, my passion will incinerate with the anger that stirs and moves me to absurdity and cruelty.
Because I can no longer live with the discomfort of knowing those that I actually care for being taught by those who are not worthy to be called teachers.
Because I can't stay to watch how the dream I've realised, of a different path to learning, be destroyed by forces I have little control over - by envy, jealousy, power, and politics.
Because I know with immediate clarity that the good I've done will be forgotten, erased, and written over.
Because I need to grow by letting go.

But I too seek to be remembered... I do not need imprints for eternity, nor plaques to commemorate all that I've done in these past four years. I do not need laurels nor eulogies of the sacrifices I've made in the last two years. I do not need pictures nor paintings. I just need them to remember - at the very least - that they have learnt something from me that will carry them through life.

That is all I ask.

Because I know that I've been the best to all of you in the way I best knew how. Because I've given everything that I possibly could and imparted to you life and lessons in the way I believed to be best. Because I've given all of myself.