"Sally's just not happy she's not the big bad teacher in town. She's not about to let herself be outdone by a music teacher. I could say the same thing about her; I don't want to be outdone by an English teacher, but then.. I don't have to try so hard. My subject is one the students already tend to dislike and my goal is to get them to love it." She shrugged. "I don't know if that happened, but I've had a couple of students to actually thank me. I... I really do love teaching, you know." Like she had to say it. "I mean, the kids hate me, but I like... what I do. It killed me when I was fired." She looked at the tear in her webbing and sniffed. "That's what you get for being crazy."
She lifted her head and smiled. "I was pretty fucking crazy; I'm not exaggerating, don't tell me to... love myself or whatever you guidance people are supposed to do. That's what you do, isn't it? You sit there and you smile and nod and you're a damn good listener because that's your job, and in the end the person comes out feeling better just because someone listened and maybe offered advice. Your realize I feel like a heel talking to you. How do I know you actually like me and give a damn about me instead of that you're just doing your job?"