I signed it. I had to. With tears behind my eyes, I walked through the maze to the main office. "I do not want to do this," I thought to myself. "I want to leave. This is not right, this is not what I want. This cannot be happening to me again!"
But it is. I am powerless to stop it. There is no other choice. Gingerly I finish the maze. There they are. I must hand it over. Not allowing myself to cry, I do it. I hand it in before the deadline.
I am bound for another year. I have handed in my contract. Texas has me for one more year.
Texas will not win the next time. I WILL LEAVE!
I will not die in Texas. I refuse.