My depression was starting to flare up because of trouble between me and my boyfriend. Then I learned some awful news. My favorite ninth grade teacher (who killed himself last month) is being investigated by the FBI for molesting nearly 100 children. I can't get my mind around how someone can be so influential as a teacher, yet destroy so many innocent lives. This man completely redefined my sense of humor, which is one of my favorite things about myself.... But he was a child molester. A monster. How can I be grieving for the suicide of a monster? So confused.

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