Kick Our Students' Limited Worlds Into the Pit

Life as it is now, and for a long time now, has brought with each passing year the heads of severed dreams and hopes to our school's steps, and threatened our students with the slavery of dreaming, doing and becoming small in a go-through-the-motions recreation of the same day over and over in a walking death as adults and generation after generation.
They were either taught they were dumb by a dumb paper-testing-only system of determining who's intelligent and who is not, and which school gets an A and which does not.
This has been true for as long as we have been using the factory-producing-model of school-producing workers, and not thinkers, that we needed after we swallowed the fears the World Wars produced.
The body of a murdered woman was brought to the steps of the street this year across from my students' school. This year my body and brain needs to be bigger than it ever had been. 
I cover my body in muscle to protect my organs and bones from the hits that must be taken, and build my brain with the wisdom of the Seven Sages of Socrates to understand how to teach them. 
And take all the love and belief I've had for all of my former students to fill  the hearts and heads of my current ones.
This year we take back their hopes and dreams and fill them again with all that they can be and become in the world by kicking all the negative realities and future limiting probabilities into a pit from which they will never return. 
We do this fearlessly and completely, one student at a time, one street at a time.