I quit my teaching position.
Truth told, I wasn’t a good teacher but I did try damn hard.
But there was all the special ed teacher bullsplat and paperwork,
flip back a few entries for the full meltdown,
and the physically ( and sometimes sexually ) abusive students

•  I’ve been knowingly groped both up and down
  more over the past three years than in the previous 60
  – and honey, you will never need my superpower level of self-restraint
  unless you ever find yourself in the double handed grasp
  of a fully pubescent adolescent
  who towers above and you laughs
  as he executes the everso hilarious double-handed honk and twist
  without mercy or any intention of letting go