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I am the only one who can ride that horse yonder.
Five Things I know about myself, or really, what I know about life
5. You do not want to argue with me that Martin Luther King Jr. was against affirmative action. Seriously, I read an entire book about that shit. Somebody yesterday tried to make the argument that Dr. King was against affirmative action so affirmative action must be bad. They are wrong b/c:
A. Dr. King's famous saying "I want to be judged on my character and not the color of my skin" only means he's against affirmative action if you want him to be. In the years before his death (mostly at the hands of people who make this typa argument, but that's neither here nor there) he started to believe that some type of program aimed at giving people of color advantages over others was not only necessary, but that it mattered dearly.
4. When teaching a lesson in front of a bunch of anxious teenaged kids who have just gone through 50 minutes of material in 15 when the other classes took the entire period, do not:
A. Say "I don't know what I'm talking about" when the teacher says, "just go on to the next poem"
B. Start talking about whether or not Whitney Houston is a crackhead.
C. Admit to knowing who Jello Biafra is.
Did I say or do all of those things?
Yes
3. If the Gods wanted us to eat popcorn at movies, they would have made it the quitest food product, not the loudest.
2. Seriously, this is some fucking profound, beautiful poetry
1. Despite it all***1***, I want to be a teacher more now than ever.
Next five: Comfort Me by Sparklehorse; Utilitarianby Spoon;
I Am Trying to Break Your Heartby wilco; I'm in Love With a Girl by Big Star; and "shit gets down around here because I'm done" by lois lane.
In the stereo: Sparklehorse--It's a wonderful life
***!***See Number 4. I taught the same lesson to 1st and 2nd period and it went great. 6th period has some really smart kids that just walk all over whoever is teaching, and I had them for 15 minutes, and then I fucking lost them. My own damn fault.
I am the only one who can ride that horse yonder.
Five Things I know about myself, or really, what I know about life
5. You do not want to argue with me that Martin Luther King Jr. was against affirmative action. Seriously, I read an entire book about that shit. Somebody yesterday tried to make the argument that Dr. King was against affirmative action so affirmative action must be bad. They are wrong b/c:
A. Dr. King's famous saying "I want to be judged on my character and not the color of my skin" only means he's against affirmative action if you want him to be. In the years before his death (mostly at the hands of people who make this typa argument, but that's neither here nor there) he started to believe that some type of program aimed at giving people of color advantages over others was not only necessary, but that it mattered dearly.
4. When teaching a lesson in front of a bunch of anxious teenaged kids who have just gone through 50 minutes of material in 15 when the other classes took the entire period, do not:
A. Say "I don't know what I'm talking about" when the teacher says, "just go on to the next poem"
B. Start talking about whether or not Whitney Houston is a crackhead.
C. Admit to knowing who Jello Biafra is.
Did I say or do all of those things?
Yes
3. If the Gods wanted us to eat popcorn at movies, they would have made it the quitest food product, not the loudest.
2. Seriously, this is some fucking profound, beautiful poetry
1. Despite it all***1***, I want to be a teacher more now than ever.
Next five: Comfort Me by Sparklehorse; Utilitarianby Spoon;
I Am Trying to Break Your Heartby wilco; I'm in Love With a Girl by Big Star; and "shit gets down around here because I'm done" by lois lane.
In the stereo: Sparklehorse--It's a wonderful life
***!***See Number 4. I taught the same lesson to 1st and 2nd period and it went great. 6th period has some really smart kids that just walk all over whoever is teaching, and I had them for 15 minutes, and then I fucking lost them. My own damn fault.
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