Midterm

I sit in judgment of my students and hate to be trapped in that position. Just a lab assistant with his rodents, training them to accept their condition, hoping that what little critique that I can inculcate aids in their travails through space and time and facilitate their own questions at times that power fails to provide good answers to the life they find themselves trapped in hopelessly, and sometimes to the point of greater grief. Why can not education be mainly a conversation with respectful rules between those who need, and those who have tools.