It hurts each week. We enter class, fearful of our lives. The atmosphere is so sullen. Gloomy.
Despair.
It hurts each week. The words just ricochet around, hitting us poor souls. The void we hoped to fill through education, the skills we wanted to learn, to gain, to experience?
The emptiness just got bigger. Darkness filled with nothing other than more darkness.
There lies a fine line between plain criticism and carefully worded constructive criticism. Yet, some fail to notice the huge chasm between harsh words and kind words. Creation and destruction. Encouragement and demotivation.
It hurts each week.
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