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The year began, as years in this country often do, with noise masquerading as celebration. Rituals were performed, calendars turned, and optimism was expected on cue. Yet beneath the choreography of festivity, I carried a distinct unease. I had the growing sense of labouring for people who neither understood nor cared for the nature of education I believed in. Not education as a commodity or spectacle, but education as a moral and intellectual vocation. That dissonance, once