"When the going gets tough, the tough get going."

Me? I get going out of there. I quit. Whether it's my Sunday school class of delinquents, my thick-headed tutor kid, etc. I hit the road when I don't want to deal.

Why? Because quitting's so convenient, so easy... You can just forget the mess you left behind. After all, you didn't make the mess. If anything, you tried to help, but to no avail...

I've already said "good-bye" to the thick-headed tutor kid, and I'm pretty certain I'm going to stop teaching in the youth group at Sarang.

Here's what I wonder: Did I make the slightest difference???

All this goes to prove that I am a shekki.