Back Home Again...

No, not in Indiana.

After a long-ass month suffering through educational theory, leavened with useful moments of teaching summer school, I have returned.

Life, of course, has moved on without me, and thus the doctor from Utah wants his damn money.
I also have to buy supplies for a year.
And a plane ticket to Kobuk.
And get a physical.
And otherwise get my shit together.

So, after having a month of mine utterly wasted, I can finally get on with the whole affair.

A Poem About Teachers.

Composed today, by yours truly.
It well never be posted on the wall of any public school, but I'm going to keep it in mind for the year(s) ahead.

A good teacher is like an AK-47.
Simple, effective. Goes everywhere.
Will work in cold wastes or humid jungles.
Strong enough to take it...
Loose enough to roll with the punches.
A marriage of form and function,
Combining flexibility with relentlessly engineered purpose.

Teaching the Unteachable, Day 2

More clusterfucking, albeit more organized.

Have to design a classroom layout which, funny to say, is actually good practice for something that seems to be neglected all too often.

Of course, since I'm a generalist, I get to cover the walls in random crap willy-nilly.

Teaching the Unteachable, Day 1

Well, THAT was a big shiny clusterfuck.

Well, that's unfair. Some of the content we covered was useful.

But mostly it was a clusterfuck.

Also, having revised my lesson plan from January? Yeah, I liked it better before. Thankfully, it's over and done with. Praise... whoever.