Over my 16 plus years as a public school teacher there have been some seminal moments, instances in which it has been made terribly clear to me that I am some version of an abducted-by-aliens teacher, an adoptee from a land far, far from where all the public school teachers come from. Earlier this year… Read More Playing the APS Attrition Rag
With only three days of school left, and exactly zero of those dealing with anything closely resembling “curriculum” (“recognition ceremony” practice, “recognition ceremony”, pointless field trip to amusement park unimaginatively designed to get unmotivated students to care about Spring Semester, final half-day of Rwanda 1994-level anarchy), I’m already missing homework and all those things that… Read More Today’s Homework
I have no mental record of it, but the never-to-be-doubted Internet appears to show that I’ve been away from the planet for two weeks. I’ve thought and thought, and all I can remember is something about finding and then looking down a rabbit hole sometime in early May. Then I got nothing. In the meantime,… Read More What Did I Miss?
It is incumbent upon the Rio Rancho School Board to conduct it’s affairs on behalf of the citizens it represents, not only in a lawful manner, but also in a professional and courteous manner, fair and respectful in our deliberations with the community, administration/staff, and fellow board members.–From a “Statement of Apology” found recently posted… Read More Today in Rio Rancho School District Grammar
It’s been another week of distractions for your humble blogger, who pines for Summer Vacation only in that it will allow him to pester the Internets and his dear readers with countless vapid blogposts. For now, only intermittent vapid blogposts are possible. And today’s is a slightly altered visual regurgitation of how I spent my… Read More The Friday Distraction 5.7.10: The Gourds Done Stole My Thursday Night
Everyone is broke now, vacuuming the floors of their home not for cleaning purposes, but on the off chance they find a quarter, dime or nickel rattling through the cleaner. Pennies are still left in the Dyson basket for dumping, but any bigger coinage is collected and used to buy bouillon cubes for a special… Read More Huddling Near the Flaming 55-Gallon Drum of 20th Century Music