OK, Crown Me Part II
“They say I'm crazy but I have a good time
I'm just looking for clues at the scene of the crime
Life's been good to me so far
Lucky I'm sane after all I've been through
Lucky I'm sane after all I've been through
(Everybody sing) I'm cool (He's cool)
I can't complain but sometimes I still do
Life's been good to me so far…”
--Joe Walsh, Life’s Been Good, 1979.
Among my favorite students, Jamie sent the photo that was taken just prior to her graduation. She is a great young woman who will someday rule the world—of that I am confident. She named me as her favorite teacher in her class profile in the paper—it is an honor and one of which I am proud. This is a very charming and charismatic young woman who will not be fooled. She is fiercely independent and one who sets high standards—so thanks Jamie for the photo. The honor truly belongs to me.
Well more proof positives of the development of Department Chair have arrived this week.
I finally received the “important” mailbox.
Let me explain.
We, at Pontiac Township High School, have two types of mailboxes. One is for the regular teacher and relatively small-ish in design. The other is a large one, stressing the importance of Department Chair status.
I was given my larger one this week.
This is good and bad. The good is that I have a large mailbox showing my status. The bad is that more crap will be stuffed in it.
Ahh…I really do not care.
I have waited twenty some years for this. Give me the junk mail, the crap memos, and the bulk—I care not.
I was approached at the end of the school year to re-evaluate my position of not teaching summer school. Summer School is as torturous for me as the kids. We offer Civics and a large quantity of kids take it to “get it out of the way” so they can enroll in other courses—since Civics is required. We attract many music and co-op kids.
All are fine with me.
--Joe Walsh, Life’s Been Good, 1979.
Among my favorite students, Jamie sent the photo that was taken just prior to her graduation. She is a great young woman who will someday rule the world—of that I am confident. She named me as her favorite teacher in her class profile in the paper—it is an honor and one of which I am proud. This is a very charming and charismatic young woman who will not be fooled. She is fiercely independent and one who sets high standards—so thanks Jamie for the photo. The honor truly belongs to me.
Well more proof positives of the development of Department Chair have arrived this week.
I finally received the “important” mailbox.
Let me explain.
We, at Pontiac Township High School, have two types of mailboxes. One is for the regular teacher and relatively small-ish in design. The other is a large one, stressing the importance of Department Chair status.
I was given my larger one this week.
This is good and bad. The good is that I have a large mailbox showing my status. The bad is that more crap will be stuffed in it.
Ahh…I really do not care.
I have waited twenty some years for this. Give me the junk mail, the crap memos, and the bulk—I care not.
I was approached at the end of the school year to re-evaluate my position of not teaching summer school. Summer School is as torturous for me as the kids. We offer Civics and a large quantity of kids take it to “get it out of the way” so they can enroll in other courses—since Civics is required. We attract many music and co-op kids.
All are fine with me.
My qualm is that I need a break--we star summer school the week after graduation--uhg!
On a positive side, I have an excellent class—and for the first time, I am teaching the upper-part of the alphabet. I would prefer the lower since I was in the lower part. You know the type, we were always last for lunch, last in line (Go Dio) for almost everything, and last to die in tornado drills—sacrificing ourselves for the A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P kids. So I enjoyed being asked to teach the upper echelon kids—the privileged, if you will.
They are fun, positive, doing well, and honest.
And the money goes to pay my taxes.
Life is good.
On a positive side, I have an excellent class—and for the first time, I am teaching the upper-part of the alphabet. I would prefer the lower since I was in the lower part. You know the type, we were always last for lunch, last in line (Go Dio) for almost everything, and last to die in tornado drills—sacrificing ourselves for the A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P kids. So I enjoyed being asked to teach the upper echelon kids—the privileged, if you will.
They are fun, positive, doing well, and honest.
And the money goes to pay my taxes.
Life is good.
posted by Eric Sweetwood at 6:29 PM
2 Comments:
I missed having you as a teacher second semester, and I'm really going to miss seeing you around in the hallways at school. As you know I'm going to Heartland in the fall, but I'll be living in Normal too. Maybe I'll see you around!
-Jamie
Ahem. Large mailbox=power?
If that is true, then I had more power than I thought!
Lou
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