Mugged

-Third day in. Last day. I’m done, or I feel done, but the need for momeny overpowers my distaste. Completely disillusioned, I care so much less than when I stepped in to my first classroom. I was the idealistic kid stepping into the reality of our world. Screaming voices, but they’re just talking to each other, you should hear them whisper, you could hear them across the room. They have no idea about social appropriateness, I think at this point they even misunderstand that actions have ramifications. Our society’s done a very poor job, apparently. Look at me, I’m a product of this chaos. It hasn’t improved any. If anything, it’s only become worse. Soon, I’ll only think about it, won’t have to deal with it, that is until I’m mugged at three in the morning, coming home from some friend’s get together, by one of my former pseudo-students.
I used to get into these moods, in which I’d start thinking about the monotony of life and how it seemed inescapable. I’ve graduated, now I’m more aware of my responsibility in breaking that monotony, but it still seems hopeless to try and save the disheveled world-our reality. You can’t save everyone, sadly, too often it seems you can’t save many. I guess the question that comes at the end of it all, is whether I could save myself.