you know what? that poem I posted wasn't all that good. i don't even know what its about and I wrote it. i haven't been inspired to write anything here or put any work into the many stories i have in various forms of completion. i've been thinking of politics lately but don't want to write it.

a student of mine has been out of my class for the week. they have been spending the class time with another teacher, one who knows how to deal with this students' situation. you see, this student is being abused at home, and this is not the first time. i do not know much about this student or this particular situation. i do know that this student says 'hi mr. dennis' to me about 10 times a day, whever they see me. i know that they have problems understanding material and dealing with things emotionally, but that they try and are eager not to fail. and this student is being abused. i do not know who abuses this student or what the home life is like. i have never met or called the parents/guardians. none of the teachers seem to know on my team, and as curious as i am i do not feel i should pry into this situation for any details. there are many crimes that happen every day in this world, some harsher than others. it can be debated on talk shows everywhere if murder is worse than rape, etc. i'm not one to say one horrible act is worse than another, but i do not believe there is a more terrible, vile act than abusing a child. a child puts their trust and life into the hands of adults and their caretakers. they are young, small, weaker, and defenseless, yet there are those out there that prey on children and abuse them. i'd like to take the high road on this one but i'm not that good of a person. i can't describe my anger/sadness over this. i'd like to have the abuser in this students' case made to feel like the student feels, only for the rest of their lives. death is too easy a punishment for a person who abuses a child.

i don't feel like writing about this any more.