I could deal with the crazy kids. I could deal with the apathetic administration. I could deal with the ridiculous demands of the superintendent. I could deal the work, low pay, and lack of respect. It was the scars prominently displayed on the new girl's arms that made me decide that I don't have the ability to do this anymore. I just sat for about a half hour during my prep on the verge of tears. Suddenly making up tomorrow's vocab test just seems a lot less important.