Showing posts with label New teacher. Show all posts
Showing posts with label New teacher. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Does any one else hear Woody Guthrie songs playing in the background?

My goal was to have a job as a teacher by the end of this month. You may remember that I went back to school and turned my many years as a reading and literacy tutor into a brand spankin' new Education Specialist Credential. This was supposedly a solid career choice. As always, my timing is impeccable.

At this point I'd be happy for a job interview before the end of the month.

Does anybody know what an:
  • AA in English
  • BA in English education, (with student teaching exp.)
  • Education Specialist teaching credential, and
  • Many years of experience tutoring: literacy, reading, and English (a little math as well)
can be used for besides teaching?

Sunday, April 19, 2009

Concessions


Hotel Nights With My Mother
-Linda McCarriston

The hometown flophouse
was what she could afford
the nights he came after us
with a knife. I'd grab my books,
already dreading the next day's
explanations of homework undone
- I ran out of paper - the lies
I'd invent standing in front of
the nuns in the clothes I'd lain in
full-bladdered all night, a flimsy
chair-braced door between us
and the hallway's impersonal riot.

Years later, then, in the next
city, standing before my first class,
I scanned the rows of faces,
their cumulative skill in the
brilliant adolescent dances
of self-presentation, of hiding,
New teacher, looking young, seeming
gullible, I know, I let them
give me any excuse and took it.
I was watching them all

for the dark circled eyes,
yesterday's crumpled costume, the marks
- the sorrowful coloring of marks -
the cuticles flaming and torn.
I made of myself each day a chink
a few might pass through unscathed.

Teaching With Fire (2003).