Hey world, :D I'm alive. Alright, so this story is an AU school thing (as I like doing T.T). It's a KakaSasu, but will have bits and pieces of other pairings thrown in. The summary is a quote which I don't own; it was written/spoken by Amos Bronson Alcott.

Hrm, I don't own the characters, merely the very unoriginal plotline ^_^.


Prologue:

August 21, 2006

Once upon a time, there was a young man who learned what it was like being a teacher. Over course of the years while he was working, he noticed that his job held different purposes to different people. His superiors would tell him that it was his duty to make his teenage students read and understand Shakespeare, practice grammar skills, and pass the district tests. His fellow instructors would tell him that their purpose was to get a paycheck and to get health benefits. And though none of those responses were wrong, per say, the young teacher knew there was something more to it. There had to be. Why else would he feel obligated to care for his students? Why else would he remember each and every one of his student's names? Why? Why?

When he first started working as a teacher, he couldn't help but to notice the stress that his superiors put on avoiding bonds and friendships with students. Intimacy is completely and utterly unnecessary, they used to say. The young teacher didn't believe them, and couldn't understand why they would say such things. There was no way to really inspire his students to learn if he wasn't willing to connect to them, he thought. Despite what his superiors thought, the young man knew that students weren't stupid. They could tell when a teacher was simply there for the money, or when a teacher truly cared about educating his classes.

And it was with this idea that the teacher had plunged himself into his first year of work. Naïve and young and foolish, the young man had believed he could do something, anything, to change the world around him. He could challenge the rules and regulations; he could make an impact on those he taught. And most of all, he could...

I know better now.


In case you didn't pick it up, the 'he' that he keeps on referring to is himself. This story is going to be almost entirely first person (Kakashi's P.O.V.) Review, critique, anything would be welcomed :D.