Why I love the teachers at Capital City
There are many, many reasons why I love the people I work with here at Cap City.
They are kind and decent. They are loving and goodhearted souls to work with. They are always looking for a reason to bet on kids that many others do not. A fact I know, now, from experience.
These teachers take these kids, who often, but not always, have either terribly clueless parents or terribly irresponsible parents, and they love the shit out them. They love these kids like they were their own. And they put up with a lot of shit, in the meantime. Far too much shit, is the truth.
They are a little bit naive, this bunch, too often. That's for sure. They have had a tendency, that is beginning to give way, to look to often for an excuse rather than a reason for them to succeed beyond their current behavior. They do, too often, want to protect a kid when what they should do is let them learn from the knocks and flow of life. They do tend, too often, to want to control kids than to let them figure out lessons for themselves so that they might actually learn something rather than make it seem so in their presence.
My colleagues are far from perfect, that's for sure.
But, the truth is, they are also some of best people I've ever worked with in my life. They are decent. And good-hearted. They love kids and they love people like no other group of people I've ever seen. They live it. They don't just visit on Sundays or mouth it around election time. When they say they give a shit about you, they really mean it, generally. Even folks who I wish would give a little more of a shit, sometimes.
The truth is, that for all of the serious disadvantages and bullshit features of this job, the quality of the people I get to work with has always been the best part about this job. I love these people. They are decent, through and through. If this job doesn't work out, I'm taking my act to the investment world and I'm not looking back, because I just don't know if it's possible to meet a group of people who seem to care about other people, for real, in quite the same way these folks do. That's hyperbole, in some ways, of course. In a million different ways I wish my colleagues, like all people, cared more. But they do a damned better job of it than just about any group of folks I've ever encountered. And my circles are wide.
And the truth is that, when push comes to shove, when all their critics point out their many honest flaws, there is one fact about these folks that I will always be reminded of that their critics could never match.
They come every day and do the job.
This is a hard fuckin' job. Working with kids who could often give two shits about anyone, nevertheless anyone associated with school or authority. These teachers get treated like shit, everyday, and they come back, everyday, with their hearts more open today than they did yesterday.
That's fuckin' impressive, in my book. That is what real strength looks like, as far as I'm concerned.
Most of the world is a bunch of whining, snivelling pussies. They can't have a trust broken. They can't get hurt. They can't have someone do them wrong without crying their poor little eyes out about how they just can't find it in themselves to forgive.
And these folks, my friends and colleagues, come every day to a job where not forgiving is just not an option. Because if you couldn't, you could not possibly do the job. You'd go crazy and then you'd lose your minds on some kid and then you'd lose your job and then you'd go crying like the little bitch you are about how noone protected you from all the frustration and pain. And then you'd go along your merry way.
And these people would still come back to the job the next day.
Because that's what strength looks like, you fuckin' pussy.
I can hardly believe all the shit these people take - from kids, from parents, from politicians, from journalists, from random folks with a million different random opinions - and yet they still come back to the fuckin' job, every day.
Pretty fuckin' impressive, really.
Colbert King, eat your fuckin' heart out, you fuckin' pussy. This is what real strength looks like, you fuckin' whiner. Real strength is not crowing about how imperfect the world is from the fuckin' sidelines behind your cush little Washington Post desk cryin' about how the world is just not fair and full of crime and bad things happening, to and by kids, whining about how the people who show up to do the fuckin' job that you don't have the fuckin' balls to go do just aren't living up to your standards.
Pardon my french, Colbert, but fuck you. And fuck every pussy just like you who can't find it in their hearts to imagine what remarkably overwhelming and difficult job this is and what remarkable fuckin' people have to be willing to show up every day to do it.
Fuck you and your fuckin' opinions, you overpaid fat-ass, making a living having opinions rather than doing any real fuckin' work.
You want to be taken seriously, Colbert, you come do the fuckin' job.
In the meantime, the only people I trust, after doing this job, to know, day-in and day-out, what this job is like is the people who do it.
And for every fuckin' pussy who thinks that they're opinions on juvenile justice, youth education and such matters mean more than they do without having done the job, talking with those who have, or some kind of genuine understanding of the difficulties that lie within it, I say a hearty fuck you to you too.
Yes, I understand that you don't really understand much for not having done the job. And I could give two shits, at this point, having listened to these people get scapegoated for the failures of too many kids and parents and a society too dishonest and fucked up to own up to its role in their failures, as well.
That's why I love these people. Because most people are much more full of shit than these teachers. And they're assholes to top it off. And my friends and colleagues have big hearts for big people. Because, for them, being an asshole when someone needs some help, just isn't enough. And fuck you and anyone else who thinks that it is and that your opinion on such matters should really be taken more seriously than it should, and anyone who thinks that your ego is some kind of compensation for their strength, and decency, and honest concern.
I do this job because I love the fact that I get to wake up everyday and come work with these people. I've never had a job where I could say that. And most people in politics and political circles and those who make far too many decisions about the work of my colleagues are not people I would want to work with. Because they're pricks, is the bottom line. And I don't care how many times you try to talk your way around that one. A prick is a prick, no matter what your excuse. And I just couldn't do any job where I had to spend time with a bunch of fuckin' pricks constantly making one long excuse for what fuckin' pricks they were. There is no excuse, prick. And I have colleagues who know that better.
And that's why I love these teachers. And fuck every prick who confuses their being an asshole with these teachers' compassion and wisdom. Because if they won't beat your ass, I will.
I love these people.
