“Listen, you’re never going to be friends with the students, so just get that through your head right now,” Bill sighed. “You and I are going to work our asses off, teach them shit over and over, risk our fucking lives for them, and they are going to unfailingly disappoint us. That’s the job. That’s what we both get paid for.” “You’re right.” I played into his cynicism, but only halfheartedly. “We don’t really believe that, do we?” “No, we don’t,” Bill admitted.
