Juliana Dentata
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cat lady, stay at home mom, solitary witch just trying to stay grounded in this crazy world we all live in
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Letter to a Former Teacher
Dear Mr. Jones, As a former student I am writing to you to apologize for my behavior that was not your responsibility to bear, as well as try to offer some perspective on that time in my life. Fourth grade was a very difficult time for me and I lacked the social-emotional skills to cope with a burst of new feelings. I was alone a lot. Alone at home. Alone at school. Things were very difficult when you grew up poor in a rich zip code. My mother did her best to brainwash her children into thinking there was nothing wrong with growing up the way we did. Wintertime was always the toughest in my house as we had no heat other than a woodstove in one room of a completely uninsulated, drafty house. It was difficult to focus on my schoolwork when nighttime brought the seemingly endless struggle of where to find firewood or what we would eat. I vaguely recall hearing news stories at that time about a serial killer who was arrested and charged with cannibalism. At the time, it was less sinister and more worrying on a personal scale because I was almost jealous of his full belly. I didn’t quite grasp the importance of the moral outrage being expressed by the revelation that a man who was killing and eating people had been loose in the world because I was hungry enough to do the same.
By Juliana Dentata3 years ago in Confessions
