Deppression is the Devil

Preface, Paradise Prep. Part I

Mr. Maz was a seasoned teacher. He had been at this discrete divine place longer than he would care to remember. His students thought of him as somewhat of a recluse. They all knew that Maz had a story, but few knew of it or even cared.

            If it weren’t for his semi-authoritarian position, poor Mr. Maz would be completely irrelevant, making his very existence pointless. Indeed he had made academic principles and achievements that could never be equaled again for as long as Paradise Preparatory School remained one of the Verse’s finer learning institutions. His position was one of stature, but the board only let him maintain it due to past glory that had long soared into obscurity. In essence he was only able to keep his job out of respect from his colleagues. His students certainly felt little or none for him.

            So it was on a cold night of the winter solstice that Maz, graded papers as his chain smoked in solitary melancholy as was usual, that he contemplated leaving. It was not an idea of leaving his career, it he could even call it that. It seemed more of a prison now. Where would he go after this? He already held an outstanding position at the most important Prepitory school. It was the idea of ending it all. He sipped a warm glass of Gin, the ice long since melted, as Maz was a very slow drinker but indeed a deep thinker. He checked the cylinder of his revolver, it was loaded with six .44 slugs, but he only needed one. But never one to leave a task unfinished he graded his last essay.

            After entering in the grades, Maz reflected upon the papers, thinking of their unoriginality and nerve to claim that with which he first argued. Damn all, evil had triumphed, plagiarism. He pressed the revolver to his temple and it was done. The influence all but forgotten led him to believe he wanted no part anymore in anything at all. Better to be blown away at once with a little dignity than fade to complete obscurity. And Ahura Mazda left eternity only to claim mere mortality.

            His obituary was printed but read by nearly no one. His existence now ceased along with his relevance. Nobody came to his funeral nor seemed to care. But at least he died with his dignity, knowing that none of this was possible without him. It was what it was. This is all that the School paper had to say:

           

 

Paradise Post

Adherra Mazda, creator of monotheism and Zoroastrianism left us suddenly but not unexpectedly. His contributions to Paradise Prepitory School are undeniable.  It is with sorrow but ease that we grief the passing of this outstanding fellow, Mr. Maz left no survivors.