To write of teaching or not to write on’t?  That is the question.  Whether ‘tis better for the mind to suffer the trials and tribulations of teaching malpractice, or to put the pen to paper to oppose it, and by opposing, end it.  To train, to teach once more; and by teaching, to end the heartache and the thousands of drop outs that school is heir to? ‘Tis a higher outcome devoutly to be wished. To train, to teach, and in teaching perhaps they learn; Aye there’s the rub, for in that classroom toil, what dreams are born. When they have graduated school, what they shall achieve will give us pause. To teach respectability that lasts a lifetime long;  To teach them to stand tall to the sneers and scorns of lesser minds, to end oppression’s wrongs, to be proud even though ridiculed. To bear the pains of lost contests, to rebuff the bully, no matter his size.  To teach him to think on his own, so that when it’s quiet, his mind will higher rise. Who would packages bear, grunt and sweat, a day laborers life, never knowing from whence the next meal, and to dread the not knowing. …