i used to bring home stacks of papers every weekend and spend hours on these ridiculous elaborate classroom displays everything handmade felt like a goddamn martyr for it and then i just stopped one day it was the year my mom got sick i just stopped but the guilt seeing mary from next door with her perfect little cutout alphabet letters all glued on construction paper yeah i still feel that SHAME sometimes and i just want to scream it’s not about the kids it's about looking good for the principal and being the BEST and it’s bullshit i had other things to do other PEOPLE to care for and nobody ever gave a shit about that