"Our Heiligeh Kinder could not be in a worse environment to frustrate them. I'm so busy borrowing money that I don't have time for them. The board of directors has me coming and going. And the teachers just aren't performing. Perhaps it's because we tried to cut their salaries by over one-third in the middle of the year (contract? that's a goyishe word), based on the board insisting that we hire less expensive teachers (not more than $5.00 a pound!). Or perhaps I shouldn't have allowed all the new problem kids to become part of the Cheder. I accepted anyone! The board told me not to do that, but after all, they are all Heiligeh Kinder! I can't stop saying that — it sounds so good. And it brings in so many new children (who have been in six different schools in as many years), whose parents are fooled by my warm marketing! But ultimately, we really destroyed this place. But it's not my fault. I wasn't a great first grade Rebbi, but somehow I was promoted to a position for which I am not merely ill-suited — but rather, positively damaging! But it was nice being a Heiligeh Menahel while it lasted! I had my own Heiligeh secretary who scheduled endless five minute meetings and three minute phone calls for me that accomplished nothing, since I ignore anyone who tries to take me to task for my failures. That's right! I have no real midos. I just ignored them! Or I just stared at them. Besides, I was so busy! So busy, in fact, that I didn't even have a moment for the Heiligeh teachers. Or even for the Heiligeh students."