Fuck You Kindly

[redbrunja]

There is this bumpsticker that never fails to decrease my mood by 25% as soon as I see it.

It says, "Everyday is a good day."

Really? Everyday? The day you got raped? The day your mother died? The day you finally shuffle off this mortal coil? Those were all good days?

Fuck you.

Comments

[mewsrissicat.livejournal.com]

Your story makes me appreciate my best friend's high-school teacher even more, when - under circumstances much like yours - she drew a line on the chalkboard and divided it in fourths.

She then said, "Here's the span of your life, and here you are (pointing to the first quarter). Right now your life is hell, and you can't do much to change that."

"But this is only the first quarter of your life, and once you get here - out of high school and into college - your life is going to improve so much. So just hang in there, okay?"

(And she was right.)

[fairest1.livejournal.com]

That is an awesome teacher. The best I ever managed was the one who admitted the only purpose for a particularly pointless lesson was to keep us off the streets until we turned 18.

[mewsrissicat.livejournal.com]

She was! We've been trying to find her again to say "Thank you!"

For both the honesty and the optimism - without the acknowledgment of her pain, she would have felt alone in the world. Without the promise that the first twenty years would eventually end and life would improved, she might have done the unthinkable. (Catholic, or not.)

I don't understand people who don't love teaching... but then, I *loved* learning. It was something to lose myself inside, and avoid the rest of the world. (Along with reading.)

[redbrunja.livejournal.com]

That is a truly awesome teacher.