Back To School Badness
by teachbad
In this season of new beginnings, I was thinking about the many different cracked and crap-crusted lenses through which I have written about the start of a new school year. Lacking the energy to think of a new way, I have constructed a chronological compendium of my thoughts on the subject.
From the irresistible and irrational panic of mid-July to the week-long faculty circle-jerk of mid-August to familiar self-loathing and resignation of mid-September…we’ve got it all.
Let us begin…
July 20: Teacher Somehow Not Getting Fired (In which a terrible miscalculation has been made.)
…I have been nauseous and waking up soaked in sweat for a week now…OH MY GOD! Do you understand!? I’m going to have to go back there.…this…this is crazy! I thought I had positioned myself to unquestionably be let go in a budget cut or something…I peed in the drinking fountain. I call all the Hispanic kids Speedy Gonzales. I have lost everytextbook I’ve ever been issued.…
July 26: BACK TO CLASS!! (In which the power of denial is tested.)
Is it time to panic yet? No. Not yet. But it’s in the mail. I’m starting to get that