Oct 29, 2007 13:32
Teaching is under way, and in the 8th week.
By April, I will be a full-fledged teacher,
armed with the license to shove information
into the minds of those least willing to accept it.
And what does this all mean?
Filling quotas, pushing paperwork,
achieving "standards," activating knowledge, injecting students with the vaccination that will wake them up to a world of literature?
When I learned about existential crises in school,
I never really understood it until now--
right as I am entering high school again, but in different clothing.
What is high school anyway?
An awkward time where you are judged, rumored about,
stuck in and always reinventing yourself on a daily basis.
It's life, only as I know to live it--
love it or hate it, this is my life.
I don't think I'd have it any other way.
A lifetime of sobriety and too much clarity has brought me to this step.
What comes next I will deal with only as I know how to.
Your friend,
Amy