Looking back on my school years, I personally
Had a rough time because I am mentally ill.
Way back then, diagnoses were nonexistent.
The odd way that I see things will often prevent
Understanding of social cues yet I can still
Function sufficiently well in society.
You’re expecting a nice story. I’ll give you one
Not about how my troubled life eats at my heart
But about how it’s possible to overcome
Feelings of inferiority that come from
Childhood trauma of which I have made a fine art.
Misery in my old age I now see as fun.
Normal folks have ‘best teachers’ – the ones who have made
A life long positive impression upon them.
Simple words spewed without thought will alienate
As will attitudes that radiate racial hate.
The best ones are happy to deal with your problem.
Above and beyond they work. They’re on a crusade.
Early on I was told that I wasn’t the same
As the others in my class in obvious ways
And one not as apparent. It turns out to be
A most powerfully creative part of me.
It’s not like I am giving my enemies praise.
The Best Teacher teaches how to live without shame.