Multicultural Miss

There's four of us in the same boat: the special teachers, the ones that are unaccounted for, because we don't justify ourselves to our headmistress. There is a higher instance that watches our every move. We stick together, because through all the differences we teach the same: Miss Islam, Miss Roman-Catholic, Miss Protestant and me, Miss Morality. We're the crazy bunch, teaching in two, three, five different schools the thing everyone says is important, but no-one wants to study: How do you live together? What's right and what's wrong? The answers are always alike, even the answers I give, the one teacher who doesn't obey a god. That's why we like each other: because of the differences we understand one another better than the regular teachers. And we learn to know each other better than the regular teachers. Miss Islam has such a weakness for IKEA, she has a catalogue in her desk at school. Miss Roman-Catholic's children aren't allowed to watch tv on weekdays. Miss Protestant has been teaching for 27 years. And all of us are probably overeducated, rolled into the job for there wasn't anything else when we started out. We make the best of it, and teach, because there is so much more to learn.