The End of the Beginning

I made a big mistake when I planted mint in my garden.
It was like Pearl Harbor overnight.
Who coulda' known?
You start with this sweet fresh smell then it's invasive.
I couldn't teach math any more.
3rd grade, I'm done.
I'm not a civilian.
So I let the hungry yellow school bus devour them into comformity.
I like, couldn't do it anymore.
Turns out, when they got their choice, they came home to finish school.
How cool is that?