i know there are teachers/former teachers around here.
it is generally a thankless job, which pays, at least in my case as full faculty, minimum wage.
but i wanna share this, becuz the rewards in teaching are never what the outside world may think they are.
i had a student in the late 80s who was sharp as shit, witty, funny, was workin two jobs to go to school. she was pretty brilliant, but she kept failing the freshman proficiency exam for stupid-ass reasons. (ya know, like 3 comma splices and 2 spelling errors in a ten page paper written "live"). i appealed her failing grade on the exam and i won. anyway, it meant she became what i called privately one of my 'lifers'... folk who took every class i taught, all the soph surveys of fiction, poetry and drama, american lit, brit lit I and II (oooof), and a few specialized courses i got permission to teach, even tho i hadn't finished my phd, like shakespeare and sci-fi.
anyway, she lovvved the brit lit class so much, she decided to name her first-born son after it somehow. i told her she was crazy. we all know she was crazy. she did it, anyway. (cuz she's crazy.) she named him saxon. she even met reap. um, that's a long story. never mind.
and now, yer lil zen moment.
saxon just got accepted to harvard law school on a full scholarship.
and i had absolutely ZERO to do with anything involved in raising him, educating him, etc.
BUT HIS NAME IS SAXON. EAT ME BITCHES.
(thanks for indulging this ex-teacher. might be time for brownies.)