3 posts tagged “teacher”
Two days down, and no major mishaps. One girl knocked over my coffee cup, but that's my fault for leaving it on the barstool in the middle of the room.
"Your room smells like ramen noodles."
"I'm a BAMF. Think about it."
I've discovered that I'm a mean person. People ask if they can go the the bathroom. I say no. I routinely confiscate attempts at covert communication (notes), some of which are extremely personal in nature. I delight in filing them away in the caverns of my desk. People ask if they can have them back, and I say no. They ask if I'm going to read them and I say yes. They ask if I'm going to show a counselor and I say I am now.
Sometimes I forget that they're in my pocket, and I run them through the washing machine. Unless of course, the pants go to the dry cleaners, and in that case, there's a lady there who thinks I've been thinking about her 4evr. Other times, they end up on my dresser, and my wife has a look at them. She remembers how her 8th grade teacher had a glass-encased bulletin board in the classroom, in which she posted all the notes she had confiscated throughout the year. She displayed this glorious collection on open house night--you know, to show the parents how creative the kids had been in her classroom.
Well,
I told my wife that that was mean. But then I remembered my discovery.
I thought about what I've become: a cruel, cold, stony soul.
Someday I'll write a book about how mean I am. It will be about other people. It will be written by other people.
Since I repeatedly claim to enjoy the subject I teach, and I supposedly enjoy reading and writing, I figured it would only be fair to lead by example. Then again, as teacher and supreme ruler of my poorly ventilated 20X30 kingdom (aka room 204), I can do pretty much anything I want. It just so happens I want to write. So for the next four weeks, I'll be scribbling away with all of my amazing students, journaling/bloggging/writing about pretty much anything I dang-well please. Because I am an English teacher who shamelessly praises the virtues of correct spelling and punctuation, I will attempt to avoid embarrassing mistakes, including but not limited to: confusing there/their/they're, saying things like "your stupid," and spelling the word "definitely" differently each time, but never quite getting it right.
I firmly believe that one must maintain a mastery of standard English. Nevertheless, words and phrases such as "dude," "bro," "sick," and "what it is" all have their very important places to fill in our daily vocabulary, and I'm not ashamed to admit they sometimes weasel their way into my writing. What it is.
I'll be writing about anything I feel like. I'll be starting off almost every paragraph with some sort of first-person personal pronoun. This is about me, what I care about, what I don't care about, and most of all, what I firmly believe in. And right now, I firmly believe my Jackson Bam has just had a bowel movement.
That's why I'm here.
