This is an essay that takes place in Ancient Rome, from the perspective of a Slave who was captured in war and must teach the children of his new master.

This is an essay that takes place in Ancient Rome, from the perspective of a Slave who was captured in war and must teach the children of his new master. Teaching: A New BeginningMy name doesn't matter. I was just a slave of Rome. I mean, now that my sepulcher, tomb, has been inscribed, and an epitaph placed on, I am just a story in the wind. See, I started out in this world a free man in Greece, and by the time I was 20, the ups and downs of my life became more and more frequent, and my life became almost total anarchy, without rule. The vicissitudes and changes of my life kept getting worse and worse. Greece has just defeated us, and I have been sold into slavery. The Romans think they are omnipotent because they destroyed our civilization and forced us into slavery. In a way, all they did was destroy an excellent culture and conjured as if by magic, instant slaves. Many of the slaves lamented and wailed which is mourning the dead, for days.An 1852 Wallachian poster advertising an auction o...I ended up in the home of Augustus Alexander Socrates Plautus, my master. My job was to teach his children to make them ready and acceptable t o society. What I taught them prepared them for life, as well as academic success. Although, they did object to what I taught them when I taught it to them, I believe if they could see me now they would thank me."CHILDREN!!!! Settle down," I roared as the children and I sat down for our first lesson.Alexander Remus, the oldest replied, "Now watch what you teach us, make sure it isn't blasphemy, and doesn't go against our religion or the twelve tables.""I think I will judge what is acceptable and what is not," I sternly replied, with a hint of a smile."Okay, today we will go over the main goals of this course," I stated matter of factly to...