Giracel
destroyed on the trail
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In the past summer I was in a professional program (internship), and we had a day to volunteer at an elementary school. The experience of setting up science experiments for the children was extremely retarded and I did not enjoy it at all, but thankfully, some of the other participants helped me even though I was distressed the whole time.
What broke me about the experience was just seeing all these little kids with their whole lives ahead of them—they have not fallen into the pain of inceldom, of isolation, of regret. They have no regrets because they are still young and innocent. Most were still many years away from puberty. Seeing all this made me upset and I had to force myself to smile for the group photo at the end.
Sometimes I think I would like to be a teacher because I am good at explaining things and sometimes enjoy it depending on the subject. But the older I get, the more disturbed I am seeing younger people and that would make the teaching unendurable.
What broke me about the experience was just seeing all these little kids with their whole lives ahead of them—they have not fallen into the pain of inceldom, of isolation, of regret. They have no regrets because they are still young and innocent. Most were still many years away from puberty. Seeing all this made me upset and I had to force myself to smile for the group photo at the end.
Sometimes I think I would like to be a teacher because I am good at explaining things and sometimes enjoy it depending on the subject. But the older I get, the more disturbed I am seeing younger people and that would make the teaching unendurable.





