I miss my old me, that very young boy at the school yard
Now I am a teacher in that old town
Always filled with hatred and frown
Once thought teaching was a crown
but here I am with nothing but a cloud full of bills of next month
Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 11:28 AM UTC
I miss my old me, that very young boy at the school yard
Now I am a teacher in that old town
Always filled with hatred and frown
Once thought teaching was a crown
but here I am with nothing but a cloud full of bills of next month
Teaching is an amazing job in non-third world countries.
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