Here I am, an Educator, new-formed And on the verge of ideas and thoughts That I’m told are too lofty, too grand, for their Purposes of having students graduate at Funding’s Earliest Convenience. Administrative charms Have already told me not to display Myself and my passions with honesty. I must teach Like I am greater than them, Like I approach our stories each Day with a very very serious Focus on structure and style and each Incredibly important Comma. But I know the Truth. The Truth is that the richest I’ve ever felt was when my educational harvest Had received its lowest return. I first thought, “How shall I punish? How shall I repay Your bad behavior's damage with more damage? Your Misbehavior doesn’t deserve my toil; Your disrespect was just as bad as their Records said it would be!” But then my reason For anger crumbled, and I let love strengthen My tired and trodden heart, as I decided to speak to my students with the honesty their Lives often lack from authority. Intentionality, Honesty, Truth. No amount of years Will change what I’ve learned in Year Zero: to let love increase.