After a lifetime of words read, written, and suppressed... it's finally time to share.
To the teachers who’ve quit, and the teachers who’ve stayed.
We all know that teachers are underappreciated. Undervalued, underpaid, underfunded. Under an immense responsibility that has been placed on their shoulders. Like Sisyphus, teachers roll the boulder of education towards an unreachable peak, over an increasingly treacherous terrain. Every spring, like clockwork, we thank them for one week and move on. Yet every fall they return to their classrooms, ready for another 180 school days of being undervalued, underpaid, underfunded. Why?
Sylvia Plath: The First Attempt
The following is a research-based but fictional narration of author Sylvia Plath’s first suicide attempt. Plath was clinically depressed and attempted suicide three times in her life. She was traumatized by her father’s death at the age of 8, and treated multiple times with electroconvulsive (aka electroshock) therapy. Plath lived in a terrifying past, when much less was understood about depression and how to address it, and she sadly did not receive the help she deserved in her lifetime.
The racks of clothing shimmied before her eyes. The blacks, pastels and grays bled together, creating an underwater mosaic of ill fitting, matronly three-quarter sleeved tops. Straining to focus, Ariadne glanced up and surveyed the store, taking in the other faceless people perusing the sales sections. The mall was open late as part of a last minute push for consumerism during Black Friday weekend, and the postures of shoppers were hunched and haggard.