What is it like to work at a Great Hearts Academy? You are a block of cheese. A block of cheese placed on the icy-cold desktop of indifference and pedagogy. Then, a Microplane of criticism, judgement and degradation begins to grate you down into a slice of incompressible hopelessness. The Microplane is intended to sever any ounce of empathy, tenderness and joy existing within you. The disconsolate sliver which is left of you is raised up gloriously by administration and then the rejoicing begins— “Here it is!”. This is their antiquated, harrowing system of leadership. You have become a fragment of what you once were in the blessed name of Classical Education. You are sliced down, because they were once sliced down. They are a sliver of who they once were, so you must be, too.