Instalment One Hundred and Fifty

History repeated herself.

It was something she’d only recently become conscious of doing.

It added emphasis to the point she was making, she felt.

People say a lot of things, always talking and filling silences.

But you say something two three times in a row, people think you're a politician or a preacher. And they are ready to laugh or listen.

Well History was a teacher who would do anything to get her students to listen.

“As I said, those that don’t learn in this class are doomed to repeat it.”

There was not a single passing grade present in the class room.

They did not learn from History.

History’s students were failing her.

Or was History failing them?

Well obviously, in a very literal sense History was failing her students by marking them.

But she worried she was failing them as a teacher.

There were already a lot of familiar faces in this class from last year, who were familiar from the year before that too.

She had taught the same classes every year and it had not occurred to her that maybe the lesson was wrong.

History had not learnt her own lessons but she kept repeating them.