Saturday, February 14, 2014
I wish this picture was better. Ying has a look that is hard to capture, an expression of connectedness. She was on top of me when I took this picture. After a couple of rough days teaching at a high school where respect is a four-letter word, I need as much animal, and perhaps professional, therapy.
When I took this photo, I was relaxing on my bed. Ricky, the Chocolate velcro dog was near my head. Abby the Labby Number Nine, was at my feet. Ying, who our whom, whichever is correct, I have already mentioned, was on top of me. And Fredster, the cat, was smack in the middle. To survive the next five weeks, I am going to need all the help I can get.
Yesterday I started a 5.5 week assignment. Can’t tell you where. It is top secret. A high school. A very small high school where are self-labeled Rednecks.
I was so very much excited about this new opportunity. It felt like I have been sitting on the bench for a while as a substitute teacher, not really getting to teach, but doing more babysitting.
I had come to the school for a couple days to shadow the teacher. The school is in Oregon, but I am not going to mention names. I don’t want to give anyone a bad impression. I am trying to not repeat the same mistake that got me fired a couple of years ago from another Oregon school that shall remain nameless.
Anyway, even though this long-term sub job came with no plans, I knew that coming in. Creating lesson plans is fun. It is the grading that is the least fun. There is little funness in reading lots of badly written essays. Yes, I know that Funness is not a word, but at least I know the difference between which and witch. I can’t believe I have to teach seniors this lesson.
Did I mention how excited I was to start? I even started to think how I could earn the job down the road when John retires. John is a rather innocuous name that I feel rather confident that this clue will not be of any use, though there are many people out there who know exactly my location and my situation.
I started yesterday, Thursday the almost Friday the thirteenth. Please insert dashes in the appropriate places. This English teacher is too lazy to put them in. If I were typing and not swyping, I would. And lying down while writing, or in this case dithering about, is not ergonomical. Is that a word? My phone thinks not.
But enthusiasm will just go so far. I got to school early, and considering life without electricity for almost five days, this was a great feat. 7:45 a.m. reporting time is obscene. I would prefer to roll out of bed around 9:30 , or later.
I was nervous. I would be lying if I didn’t say it. To me nerves demonstrate how important and passionate I am about teaching. I am pretty good at not coming across as scared, though I notice I can’t always repress the shaky hands. It is a good thing I don’t still teach at the military school because I keep my quakey paws in my pocket. Pockets are not for hands. Not even when no one is shooting or trying to kill you and you need your hands to draw or something. I didn’t get an explanation.
I hope you don’t mind the tangents. It has been a while since I have written and I guess I just broke the dam and my brain is flooded. Little bits of debris float by, bobbing with the fast moving current. I better stop with the metaphor or I will end up with an ear infection.
For me, where there are great expectations, there comes Dickens. No, I mean, there comes disappointment. Adrenalin and high hopes. Will carry me just so far, especially since I am a bit overweight.
I have been on the job for just two days. Earlier today I confided in my friend Mary, another innocuous name, that it felt like I had been at the high school, the home of the Bulldogs, for two weeks. Right at this minute, the two days feel like two months. I am so friggin tired that I can’t sleep. Not even the Ambien has taken affect. Wait. Maybe I am sleep-writing. People can sleep walk or sleep drive, though not very well, and sleep driving usually includes an accident with the Ambien drugged driver has no clue how they got to main and seventh or how they wrapped the Buick around a telephone pole.
I will have to say that yesterday, February 13th, started off fantastic. The first two classes of Sophomores were great. Yes, I had to remind them several million times to stop talking while I am talking. They are sophomoric after all.
I think I need to announce a To Be Continued on this post because the Ambien is taking effect. That is correct, isn’t it? Or should it be affect?
Saturday, February 14, 2014