“I Tried to be a Beacon”
I worked with rich kids for a while. I tried to teach them what I knew. I didn't know much, but substitute teachers aren't supposed to know much. Real actual teachers don't know much either. Or we'd all know more, wouldn't we? Take history. I knew some history. Not treaty dates. Not kings, or kingly edicts. Not the Pageantry of Democracy, or the Mosaic of Liberty, or whatever was my comparative misfortune. I made sure to implicate their ancestors — a continuum of villainy.
“Just so you understand.” I told them, “your trust funds soak in the blood of the people.”
“Just the principal,” said the tiniest one. He'd been born without kidneys. Some thought him plucky.