Stock Your Mind. It Is Your House

In The High School Classroom You Are A Drill Sergent, A Rabbi, A Shoulder To Cry On, A Disciplinarian, A Singer, A Low-level Scholar, A Clerk, A Referee, A Clown, A Counselor, A Dress-code Enforcer, A Conductor, An Apologist, A Philosopher, A Collaborator, A Tap Dancer, A Politician, A Therapist, A Fool, A Traffic Cop, A Priest, A Mother-father-brother-sister-uncle-aunt, A Bookeeper, A Critic, A Psychologist, The Last Straw.

I Don't Believe In Happiness Anyway... It's Too Much Of An American Pastime, This Search For Happiness. Just Forget Happiness And Enjoy Your Misery.

Oh, God Above, If Heaven Has A Taste It Must Be An Egg With Butter And Salt, And After The Egg Is There Anything In The World Lovelier Than Fresh Warm Bread And A Mug Of Sweet Golden Tea?

The Happy Childhood Is Hardly Worth Your While.

The Main Thing I Am Interested In Is My Experience As A Teacher.