Sunday, November 13, 2016
You were there when I started.
You showed me how to change my thinking; showed me things no other teacher thought to show.
You took out your frustrations on others; on students, on other teachers, on the school. I was there to see it all happen.
I knew you were in pain.
I begged you to take time off and find a constructive way to honour our master’s memory.
You chose not to, and you were thrown out of the school.
I mourned for you. You blamed me for it.
And now, a gifted student has been expelled because he bought into your poison. I wonder how much further it will spread.
You once told me that your singular motivation was to honour your love for our master. You told me “I loved him.”
I question what he would say if he saw you today.