Although chapter four was interesting, my attention focused on the Interlude on page 39. As a teacher, sometimes I need to shut up and listen. Students experience pain that I could not relate to, and they go through silent torment that no amount of screaming could take away. Writing, for them, is therapy. More knowledge is useless to the brain if the soul is slowly drowning in pain...
Let me be available to listen. I know I won't have answers. They are tired of the teachers giving them answers to questions they never asked. Let me question with my silence and have them answer with stanzas...or paragraphs...or tears.
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