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So, this kid wasn't fully paying attention in class, looking instead at a DVD - American Me.
How does a teacher respond?
A) "Put it away."
B) "Hand it to me."
C) Screaming and losing control.
And then there's me. "What is it about? Can I see?" Prison. Rape. Murder. But, directed by Edward James Olmos, whom I respect mucho. "Can I borrow it?" "You won't like it, but ok."
I'm a freak of a teacher. Giving myself homework of watching a violent prison movie. Right on. This kid left the other district continuation school because, according to him, a teacher planted marijuana on him. I dunno, don't really care. From Day 1 with me, he's been on-task and respectful.
So, they like me, they really like me. Who told me today to talk to my faculty advisor? The Assistant Dean. Because the graduate school dean asked about me. Which I knew, because the grad division financial person emailed me to tell me about the conversation first - I got my peeps and they keep me in the know.
He (the graduate dean) wants me back. I worked for him last year - and it was a lot of sitting around with nothing to do, but I made lots of pretty charts. What I finally had to understand was that I work faster than a normal office person. I did lots of blogging from work last year.
And I have to say, on the one hand, I'm tempted. The grad dean is a nice guy and it's a cush job. And they say: "They raved about your oustanding contributions to the development of a faculty database and said how much they enjoyed working with you." Because I stayed quiet in my office surfing the net?
But it doesn't pay as well as teaching, and I QUIT the university. That's why the department assistant dean emailed me - I'm making them look bad. Most of the ed students aren't known outside the school at all, but I am - and I quit. That's gotta suck. The only person above this last emailer is my department's dean - and he knows me, and won't be telling me to talk to my faculty advisor - he has never patronized me. I have to wonder if these three women telling me to talk to my faculty advisor isn't some sexist issue.
I might have a protest buddy after all - a guy who was in a class I TA'd for last year.
I want chocolate, lots of chocolate. Sublimation, yeah.
How does a teacher respond?
A) "Put it away."
B) "Hand it to me."
C) Screaming and losing control.
And then there's me. "What is it about? Can I see?" Prison. Rape. Murder. But, directed by Edward James Olmos, whom I respect mucho. "Can I borrow it?" "You won't like it, but ok."
I'm a freak of a teacher. Giving myself homework of watching a violent prison movie. Right on. This kid left the other district continuation school because, according to him, a teacher planted marijuana on him. I dunno, don't really care. From Day 1 with me, he's been on-task and respectful.
So, they like me, they really like me. Who told me today to talk to my faculty advisor? The Assistant Dean. Because the graduate school dean asked about me. Which I knew, because the grad division financial person emailed me to tell me about the conversation first - I got my peeps and they keep me in the know.
He (the graduate dean) wants me back. I worked for him last year - and it was a lot of sitting around with nothing to do, but I made lots of pretty charts. What I finally had to understand was that I work faster than a normal office person. I did lots of blogging from work last year.
And I have to say, on the one hand, I'm tempted. The grad dean is a nice guy and it's a cush job. And they say: "They raved about your oustanding contributions to the development of a faculty database and said how much they enjoyed working with you." Because I stayed quiet in my office surfing the net?
But it doesn't pay as well as teaching, and I QUIT the university. That's why the department assistant dean emailed me - I'm making them look bad. Most of the ed students aren't known outside the school at all, but I am - and I quit. That's gotta suck. The only person above this last emailer is my department's dean - and he knows me, and won't be telling me to talk to my faculty advisor - he has never patronized me. I have to wonder if these three women telling me to talk to my faculty advisor isn't some sexist issue.
I might have a protest buddy after all - a guy who was in a class I TA'd for last year.
I want chocolate, lots of chocolate. Sublimation, yeah.
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