שעון חול של מילים

Another school year for the young souls of Israel.

Another year of listening to a ragged rugged "old" and bitter people, trying to impart knowledge that is barely clear to them. But, if they are lucky, once a year they have one teacher that is different , caring to start with, intelligent and knowledgeable is the rest of prerequisites for the job.

To think back on my school time , there is no end of the bad sorts and for that I would like to send my thank to the three that were different, that thought me something more' even in high school' when I was smarter then life, bigger then the world, all knowing and powerful.

There is no end to the reasons to hate teachers, to go ahead and have a field day with them all. To remember the good ones and what they gave us is a change that is different and much more rewarding.

Good year to all you parents that have their nights now to your selves.

To all those who toil and clean the high schools, fix the air conditions , clean the little shits shit, serve them food, rub there scraped knees. Good year, may it be quite and peaceful.

Ramble done.

I would like to dedicate this small piece of writing to my graduate literature teacher who was smart enough o tell me "you will never be able to write a sentence that contains two words in one sequence". Thank you for giving me enough motivation to learn about dyslexia and go on and learn to write just to spite your memory.

Challenge the mind, the rest will follow.