Dear Teacher, I pray that somedeay you might realize we ain't the all the same. That we may need a new way to take the stuff you preach, the stuff you teach, and absord it like a blood-sucking leach; that some of us might not learn as fast as you think: some are weak, some are meak, and some start to leak the knowledge they take in when you speak. Setting a pace is a hard and long race, but one finishing first and the rest, last, is a lot worse then all crossing at the same time. Don't you want to see all your pupils succeed, especially the ones in need, that ones that can hardly read? Then start to think a bit more when you are racing out the door to avoid the downpour of confused minds, and start to think outside those teacher's lines.