Category Archives: Education

The Life of a Teacher

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If you’ve never taught then you do not know how true this is. You have to get together worksheets or a film or something constructive for the kids to do so that they aren’t bored and drive the substitute crazy. Sometimes that’s a lot more work than just being there suffering through and teaching. Many times I have gone in sick just because the task of getting together something else for the students to do was worse than actually going in.

Yesterday, I had to figure out assignments for all of my classes since I would not be at school today. Even though I’m battling a cold, and would like to stay at home in bed, I actually have something I’d much rather be doing today. Most teachers are going to think I’m crazy for wanting to do this, but I’m actually very excited. I’m going to a professional development workshop today. It’s a topic that I love, and something that my master’s degree was centered on, but I do expect to learn more about this area of the topic.

Unlike most of my students, I love learning new things. I love being able to sit and listen to an expert and take notes. Honestly, if I could be a professional student and make decent money doing so, I’d do it in a heartbeat. However, unless I go back and get another master’s degree, I think my days as a student are over, except for professional development. Grant it, I’d love the chance to go back and get a degree in library science, counseling, American literature, or theology. If I were independently wealthy, and never had to worry about money, I’d go for degrees in all four, and maybe a few languages too. Until I win the lottery, those are just dreams.

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The Secret Life of a Teacher

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So where do we go, all the teachers, when the bell rings at 3 o’clock? Students don’t really think we go anywhere. Except home, maybe, to grade papers and plan lessons and think up pop quizzes.

And when students find out otherwise, it’s a strange experience. Many people remember it vividly: the disorienting feeling of encountering your teacher in the grocery store, or in the line at McDonald’s, talking and acting just like other grownups. A jarring reminder that teachers have lives outside the classroom.

But of course teachers go off and do all sorts of things: They write books and play music and run for office and start businesses. For some, a life outside the classroom is an economic necessity. In many states, more than 1 in 5 teachers has a second job.

I currently don’t have a second job. I used to teach adjunct at a local college, but because of cutbacks and changes in administration, I no longer teach there, though I’d very much like to be in the college classroom once again.

However, one thing my students don’t know is that I do actually have a social life. I sometimes go to the movies, I go shopping (when I have the money), and I write this blog. Through this blog, I have friends all over the world, which is something hat would shock my students to no end. I also read a lot, which is something my students expect of me. Many though would be surprised to know that I cook nearly every night. I love cooking and it’s one of my hobbies, so is occasionally doing arts and crafts.

To be honest though, my life is often pretty boring. School takes up a lot of my time. Even when I’m not home, I really am sometimes grading papers, making quizzes, and preparing lesson plans for the week. Being a teacher is not an easy job, and we have to find our own rewards for it. More often then not, students don’t see the work that goes into balancing a life and being a teacher that does their best to provide them with the best education possible.


Educational Pun

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Grading

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There is one thing that I truly hate about teaching: grading. Students always want to know if you’ve graded their test, and my usual nap swear is that I’m working on it. Grading is one thing that is a constant in the teaching profession. It really doesn’t matter if you teach college or high school, you still have to grade. I have a large stack that needs to be graded right now. I even brought it home to grade, and I despise bringing home work. By the end of the day, I can’t stand to look at another paper. I especially find it exasperating when I’ve said something many times in class and the students stills don’t know it. Nothing drives me insane quicker than to spend time preparing for class, doing my best to make things interesting, and the students just don’t care.

Apathy is the ugliest disease in America. I think seriously think that apathy will be the downfall of America. Students, and you see it in their parents too, want to be told how to think and what to think. The problem is that they listen to the wrong people. If they’d only listen to me, this world would be a better place. Haha!

Seriously, though, it is frightening how little students care these days. It’s scary how little respect they have for anything or anybody. It worries me that America’s youth want to only do the minimum. So few of them have the desire to be better, just average at best.

More and more, I’ve been thinking that I am just not cut out to teach high school. I just don’t have the patience or the energy. I much prefer to teach college, but so few jobs are out there and so many applicants vying for the same job. The whole thing becomes discouraging.


Another Monday

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It’s another Monday, and I just wish I could stay in bed. Back to another week of school and spoiled kids who don’t care about learning, and rotten parents who think teachers are there to pass their kids. Not all of my students are that bad. In fact my first three classes of the day are pretty good; however, my other three classes are mostly rotten. They just don’t want to learn. I will whip them into shape, or they can choose to take my class again next year. I have no illusion that people are going to like history and English, but they don’t have a choice. All of the classes I teach are required, and if the students don’t pass, they don’t move on to the next grade. It makes it difficult at times, but I do my best to make it as interesting as possible.

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LGBT Youth and the Internet

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In a recent study released by the Gay, Lesbian and Straight Education Network, nearly three times the amount of LGBT youth respondents — and particularly those in rural areas — reported bullying and harassment online, as compared to their non-LGBT peers (42 percent of LGBT youth versus 15 percent of straight, cisgender youth). In addition, LGBT youth were twice as likely to report being harassed via text message.

Billed as the first study to deeply explore the Internet experiences of LGBT youth, Out Online: Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual and Transgender Youth on the Internet drew on a national survey of 5,680 students in middle and high school.

Reported effects of bullying included lowered self-esteem, higher likelihood of depression, and lowered grade point averages. But while the Internet exposed respondents to more harassment, users also reported increased peer support, access to health information, and opportunities for civic engagement.

“The Internet does not serve to simply reinforce the negative dynamics found offline regarding bullying and harassment,” said Michelle Ybarra, the president and research director of the Center for Innovative Health Research, in a statement. “Rather, this technology also offers LGBT youth critical tools for coping with these negative experiences.”

The study found LGBT youth nearly twice as likely to research medical information online (81 percent of LGBT youth vs. 46 percent of non-LGBT youth), with transgender youth proving particularly proactive. Half reported having at least one close friend online, as compared to only 19 percent of their non-LGBT peers who said they had at least one close friend online.

This study begs the question? Are LGBT youth worse off because of cyber-bullying or better of more information and easier access to that information? I tend to think LGBT youth are better off because they have greater and easier access of information about sexuality and health. From my experience as a teacher, LGB youth are more accepted by their peers, even those only perceived to be LGB. (I exclude the “T” because, and not to sound insensitive, transsexual youth are not yet as easily understood by the current generation.) It is often socially unacceptable to bully your peers face-to-face; however, we all know that some people can use the internet to be jerks and bully those who they wouldn’t have the courage to bully in person.

Bullying is going to happen. We can try to prevent it in our schools, but we cannot be everywhere all the time. We have to also rely on students to report the problem. I do think most schools do a remarkable job of preventing bullying on campus, but cyber-bullying is something we had a harder time controlling. Kids can use anonymity to cyber-bully, and they can also prevent parents and faculty from monitoring social media by keeping their Twitter, Instagram, Kik and Facebook accounts private and/or secret.

It’s a new generation, a new world, and new technology that makes cyber-bullying possible. We must remain more vigilant in our protection of our youth. At the same time, we should encourage LGBT youth to use the internet in a positive way and to gain greater information about their sexuality. Let the positive aspects of the internet, networking and information, outweigh the negative impact of cyber-bullying.


School’s Out for Summer

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“School’s Out” by Alice Cooper keeps playing in my mind:

No more pencils no more books
No more teacher’s dirty looks
Out for summer
Out till fall
We might not come back at all
School’s out forever
School’s out for summer
School’s out with fever
School’s out completely
Alice Cooper – “School’s Out”

Today is my first official day of summer. Since I don’t have to go to school today, I actually get to go to my niece’s kindergarten graduation. She doesn’t know that I’m coming, so it will be a big surprise, especially since her sorry ass father would rather go on a motorcycle ride than see his daughter graduate from kindergarten. I’m so excited to get to go, because I am usually in school when they have special programs and such, but I will finally be able to go to something of my niece’s.

Then tonight, I have a wonderful date planned. Dinner at a Thai restaurant and then a relaxing evening hanging out with my date. It should be a nice night.

Its so good to be free at last.


Tolerance

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The following is excerpted from Suzanna Danuta Walters’s article for the Chronicle of Higher Education, “The Incomplete Rainbow.” Suzanna Danuta Walters is a professor of sociology and director of the Women’s, Gender, and Sexuality Studies Program at Northeastern University. Her new book is The Tolerance Trap: How God, Genes, and Good Intentions Are Sabotaging Gay Equality, just published by New York University Press. She offers and interesting and thought provoking look at the meaning of tolerance. After reading it, I had to share it. This is not the whole review article, which can be found at: “The Incomplete Rainbow.”

In contemporary times, we speak of a tolerance to something as the capacity to endure continued subjection to it (a plant, a drug, a minority group) without adverse reactions. We speak of people who have a high tolerance for pain or worry about a generation developing a tolerance for a certain type of antibiotic because of overuse. In scientific usage, it refers to the allowable amount of variation of a specified quantity—the amount let in before the thing itself alters so fundamentally that it becomes something else and the experiment fails. So tolerance almost always implies or assumes something negative or undesired or even a variation contained and circumscribed.

It doesn’t make sense to say that we tolerate something unless we think that it’s wrong in some way. To say you “tolerate” homosexuality is to imply that homosexuality is bad or immoral or even just benignly icky, like that exotic food you just can’t bring yourself to try. You are willing to put up with, to tolerate, this nastiness, but the toleration proves the thing (the person, the sexuality, the food) to be irredeemably nasty to begin with.

Tolerance is not an embrace but a resigned shrug or, worse, that air kiss of faux familiarity that barely covers up the shiver of disgust.

But here’s the rub: If there is nothing problematic about something—say, homosexuality—then there is really nothing to tolerate. We don’t speak of tolerating great sex or a good book or a sunshine-filled day. We do, however, take pains to let others know how brave we are when we tolerate the discomfort of a bad back or a nasty cold. We tolerate the agony of a frustratingly banal movie that our partner insisted on watching and are thought the better for it. We tolerate, in other words, that which we would rather avoid. Tolerance is not an embrace but a resigned shrug or, worse, that air kiss of faux familiarity that barely covers up the shiver of disgust.

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Tolerance is not just a low bar; it actively undercuts robust integration and social belonging by allowing the warp and woof of anti-gay animus to go unchallenged. Tolerance allows us to celebrate (hysterically) the coming out of macho professional athletes as a triumphant sign of liberation rather than a sad commentary on the persistence of the closet and the hold of masculinist ideals. Tolerance allows religious “objections” to queer lives to remain in place, even as it claims that a civilized society leaves its homos alone. Tolerance pushes for marriage equality and simultaneously assures anxious allies that it won’t change their marriages or their lives.

And there you see the crux of the tolerance trap: If an ostensible concession doesn’t challenge straight lives, it’s not very radical, and if it does challenge them, it’s not a concession gays and lesbians will win. The marriage assurances are similar to gay responses to right-wing attacks on queer parents: Researchers and advocates argue that “no harm” is done to our kids, that there is no difference between gay and straight parenting. But couldn’t we imagine the strong case? Shouldn’t we argue, instead, that our progeny would/could grow up with more expansive and creative ways of living gender and sexuality? Shouldn’t we argue that same-sex marriage might make us all think differently about the relationship between domestic life and gender norms and push heterosexuals to examine their stubborn commitment to a gendered division of labor?

Difference does, well, make a difference. But when difference is erased in the quest to make us more tolerable to those heterosexuals who get to do the tolerating, when the messiness and fluidity of sexual desire and identity are put into the straitjacket of biological inevitability, when queer challenges to gender rules and regulations are morphed into nuptial sameness, and when queer freedoms are reduced to the right to wed, we all lose out. President Obama’s moving second Inaugural Address links Stonewall to the great lineage of American social movements. But then it modifies that sweep by signifying those rights as marital: “For if we are truly created equal, then surely the love we commit to one another must be equal as well.” The history of Stonewall and other queer riots and rebellions is then reduced, dulled, narrowed.

Americans are rightfully outraged at Kremlin-style homophobia and horrified by the possibility of death sentences and flogging in several African countries. But we would do well to take a closer look into our own “tolerant” heart. Much has changed in America. Dedicated community activists, gender-bending queer youth, and even some of us retro radicals a bit long in the tooth do often sidestep the (almost) all-encompassing discourse of tolerance and immutability. But the time for easy celebration is not yet here. Anti-gay animus is not a remnant of a transcended past, nor is it the province of passé nations “over there.” It runs through our cultural waterways in pure red, white, and blue. The road to a real Oz is still littered with land mines, and Dorothy’s rainbow seems more and more like a dream deferred.


Artists

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I have come to believe that a great teacher is a great artist and that there are as few as there are any other great artists. Teaching might even be the greatest of the arts since the medium is the human mind and spirit.
John Steinbeck

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Successful Drama

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The play was a great success. We had a nearly sold out house on Friday night, and though it wasn’t quite as full on Saturday night, we had a more responsive crowd. The girls did better than I ever could have hoped. They are teenagers, so it wasn’t perfect, but they did as I said and they covered it well. All the practice and hard work paid off.

After a week of working no less than fifteen hours a day and appending my spring break the week before getting the set ready, I slept most of yesterday. My body was so tired, I was aching all over. However, I am glad that we also raised a fair amount of money for charity. Because the play we did had a fair amount to do with diabetes, we raised money for the American Diabetes Association.

I am so incredibly proud of my drama club, I just can’t say it enough.

A few notes, I’m not going to say which play because i need to remain anonymous. Also, the picture above is most likely from a production of “Cat on a Hot Tin Roof.” I’d love to do a Tennessee Williams play sometime, whenever I convince some boys to be in the plays.