[melora one-shots]
Aug 30, 2020 13:52:57 GMT -5
Post by Lyn𝛿is on Aug 30, 2020 13:52:57 GMT -5
She used to be idealistic, once.
No one goes into teaching for the money, least of all in a place like Ten where the schoolhouse was in constant disrepair and supplies wound up missing often enough that she'd have to buy pencils and chalk out of her own pocket money so the students would have something to write with.
No one goes into teaching for the money. She's seen the system fail her brothers, caught in its desperate need to rank and judge instead of to understand, to blame the color of their skin or the way they huddled protectively over what little they managed to preserve of their history as proof they deserved their poor grades, that they would always be less than the upper-class of the district.
No one goes into teaching for the money, least of all in a place like Ten where the schoolhouse was in constant disrepair and supplies wound up missing often enough that she'd have to buy pencils and chalk out of her own pocket money so the students would have something to write with.
No one goes into teaching for the money. She's seen the system fail her brothers, caught in its desperate need to rank and judge instead of to understand, to blame the color of their skin or the way they huddled protectively over what little they managed to preserve of their history as proof they deserved their poor grades, that they would always be less than the upper-class of the district.
