Journal according to Miss Kinnian (E-Learning for Language Arts)

It has been days since I saw Charlie. The last time I saw him was at the adult school, where he had forgotten that he did not have to go anymore. I heard from Dr. Strauss that the operation had gone wrong. I couldn't believe what he had been subjected to. That anguish of not being able to be smart. He was a great student of mine back then. He was motivated at the thought of being smart. I'm afraid I was the one who made the wrong choice of letting him for the operation. It was all my fault for his suffering. I decided to drop by his small apartment. I imagined him huddling in the corner, sobbing while tears of sorrow ran down his cheeks. I could not bring myself to grab that door knob. The thought of not being able to relieve his suffering strangled me in the neck. Yet, the knowing that he needed emotional support forced my hands to the knob. I was in his room but not a single soul was in it. A torn and wrecked diary lay in front of me. I remembered what it was, Charlie's progress reports. The place where he kept his emotions from the open world. Scanning it through, I was shocked. Charlie had left New York. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I read his last report. He was grateful to me despite my wrong decision. If only I could reverse time, I would be able to undo my decision, Charlie would not have left New York and I would not be required to stay awake at night in this drowning guilt. I just have to bring myself to this truth. This was the first time I had felt so much for a student. I have decided to quit my job lest I commit another blunder which might ruin another of those helpless people. For now, I shall reflect on my actions.