At least my timing is improving
So, in a fit of desperation to escape the ever-dreaded WORK, I just glanced through my 'recent' livejournal entries. So, still desperate to escape WORK, I will actually create a 'recent' entry.
Yes, I know I've been horrible about this, but at least this time half a year hasn't gone by since I've posted. (You will be glad to know--I'm afraid you don't have any choice in your gladness--that I do read up on all of you, though.)
So, I quit my previous teaching job--they didn't want me back because I don't have a license in journalism and they wanted to find someone who did. I knew that going in, so I wasn't too distressed when the moment came. (The circumstances of my teaching there did help me get over any regret rather quickly.) I finished the year rather nonchalantly, though I did take pictures at prom...which was rather amusing. I finished up the yearbook in the last few weeks in the summer, and that was that.
I had a summer of recuperating from the stress of that place and my hatred for my predecessor. ...Oh, the stories I could tell about her. Alas. Anyway, I ramble. The thing I really want to get across here is that I am now teaching at my old high school (because all the teaching positions that opened up around here previous to my alma mater's opening were for fucking JOURNALISM teachers).
This fact disturbs me greatly.
I just finished my third day back. Many of the teachers I had have left for various reasons, but some still remain. Working with my former authority figures does take some getting used to, but since I've lost that handy thing people call "shame," it is not as bad as I feared. I do feel like I am regressing, though, and ... that is the thing that really frightens me the most. The school is a nice one to work at--except for things like piss-yellow walls and contract debates that have gone on for three-four years--and the students seem respectful for the most part and intelligent. I certainly didn't remember it that way, but I have been pleasantly surprised. (I do realize that things will deteriorate--they do not remember yet the details or working mischief.)
So. This is a rather dull look into my life, but I have to save any inspiration I may have for my lesson plans and my dreams. Sorry folks--perhaps something more savory, something with more seasoning, will hit your literary palate next time around.
Yes, I know I've been horrible about this, but at least this time half a year hasn't gone by since I've posted. (You will be glad to know--I'm afraid you don't have any choice in your gladness--that I do read up on all of you, though.)
So, I quit my previous teaching job--they didn't want me back because I don't have a license in journalism and they wanted to find someone who did. I knew that going in, so I wasn't too distressed when the moment came. (The circumstances of my teaching there did help me get over any regret rather quickly.) I finished the year rather nonchalantly, though I did take pictures at prom...which was rather amusing. I finished up the yearbook in the last few weeks in the summer, and that was that.
I had a summer of recuperating from the stress of that place and my hatred for my predecessor. ...Oh, the stories I could tell about her. Alas. Anyway, I ramble. The thing I really want to get across here is that I am now teaching at my old high school (because all the teaching positions that opened up around here previous to my alma mater's opening were for fucking JOURNALISM teachers).
This fact disturbs me greatly.
I just finished my third day back. Many of the teachers I had have left for various reasons, but some still remain. Working with my former authority figures does take some getting used to, but since I've lost that handy thing people call "shame," it is not as bad as I feared. I do feel like I am regressing, though, and ... that is the thing that really frightens me the most. The school is a nice one to work at--except for things like piss-yellow walls and contract debates that have gone on for three-four years--and the students seem respectful for the most part and intelligent. I certainly didn't remember it that way, but I have been pleasantly surprised. (I do realize that things will deteriorate--they do not remember yet the details or working mischief.)
So. This is a rather dull look into my life, but I have to save any inspiration I may have for my lesson plans and my dreams. Sorry folks--perhaps something more savory, something with more seasoning, will hit your literary palate next time around.