Our Dean of Students has established a cult of personality. his leadership style is based on conversion, this idea that something is wrong with you but he has positivity and charisma and you will convert to his way of thinking.
He has made 30 or 40 students lieutenats, I refer to them as the hitler's youth. They are all male and wander the halls at their own luxuray, failing classes but hypothetically enforcing school policies. Today they are all wearing white t shirts, as is the Dean but none of us know why. They didn't tell us teachers either so we were trying to get the students in trouble for violating the code that is the dean's responsibilty to enforce.
He has dreams and shares them with us in our staff meetings. Sounds like a very good humanistic philosophy with a little bit too much patricarchal black nationalism, if it was not for the following
1. He called the parent of a student a nasty ghetto bitch
2. A student cut off his braids after the dean said he looked like a fag
3. He said that female student lieutenats would need 300 signatures, while he allowed the male lieutenants to volunteer and he handed them the job.
4. He wears his Q Dog clothes and cameflouge pants all the time, and refers to himself as a soldier.
5. He fired the assistant dean because too many teachers were talking to him instead of to the dean.
Well I had a dream too...
Whenever a large group of students get in trouble, he marches them up and down Garfield Ave holding signs. Some of the signs say "Where are the men at in our community?" "Gangs are members of our community too" "Where are the fathers"
So I had a dream that a large group of students were sent to march on the street, but the students were too surly to see what the signs read, and the Dean to ignorant to check. And I had slipped some signs in myself.
ACE TECH SUPPORTS AL QUEADA
WE SUPPORT THE LEGALIZATION OF POT
WE ARE DRUNK RIGHT NOW
WE ABUSE CHILDREN
So in my dream I was then called down to a staff meeting where they announced I was fired. I ran through the halls jumping and laughing, screaming EDUCATION IS BULLSHIT, RUN FOR YOUR LIFE and the students went running after me.
Veterans Day
I am sitting in the back of US HST Class right now. We are watching the Mission, very early in our Native American unit. Why are we watching The Mission? It is a decent movie but the answer is we are watching the mission because I did nothing this weekend except drink, get drunk, eat steak and eggs, watch football, get drunker, then get even drunker.
All the other schools in Chicago have Veteran's Day off, and in our cantract it says that we have Veterans day off. However the Executive Director said that we are not using out instrucitonal time well, and that since Veterans Day technically falls on a Sunday that we did not get it off.
Only half our students showed up today, some of the louder ones are calling for a walkout third period, which I would be fine with since I planned on only half of them showing up anyway. I doubt that it will actually happen though.
I don't mind the fact that somedays I am a shitty teacher, because I know why I am and I know that it is all because of priorities and work, when I put in the work I am extraordiary, but right now I am just mildly hungover and very hungry. I am not tired and drinking because I am unhappy or struggling right now: Not in a sensitive starving aritst type way, not in a compassionate person suffering to see his students suffering and uses sarcastic anger and defiance to be a good teacher.
Right now I am just lazy, bored, and uncertain about my life. I still have flashes of anger and brilliance but on the whole I have lost my way. I am no longer exceptional or even noteworthy , just slowly blending in to the by and by of invisible teaching.
Unless...
All the other schools in Chicago have Veteran's Day off, and in our cantract it says that we have Veterans day off. However the Executive Director said that we are not using out instrucitonal time well, and that since Veterans Day technically falls on a Sunday that we did not get it off.
Only half our students showed up today, some of the louder ones are calling for a walkout third period, which I would be fine with since I planned on only half of them showing up anyway. I doubt that it will actually happen though.
I don't mind the fact that somedays I am a shitty teacher, because I know why I am and I know that it is all because of priorities and work, when I put in the work I am extraordiary, but right now I am just mildly hungover and very hungry. I am not tired and drinking because I am unhappy or struggling right now: Not in a sensitive starving aritst type way, not in a compassionate person suffering to see his students suffering and uses sarcastic anger and defiance to be a good teacher.
Right now I am just lazy, bored, and uncertain about my life. I still have flashes of anger and brilliance but on the whole I have lost my way. I am no longer exceptional or even noteworthy , just slowly blending in to the by and by of invisible teaching.
Unless...
I Corinthians 13
1 Corinthians 13:1-13
If I speak in the tongues of men and angels, but have not love, I have become sounding brass or a tinkling symbol.
And if I have prophecy and know all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith so as to remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing.
And if I dole out all my goods, and if I deliver my body that I may boast but have not love, nothing I am profited.
Love is long suffering, love is kind, it is not jealous, love does not boast, it is not inflated.
It is not discourteous, it is not selfish, it is not irritable, it does not enumerate the evil.It does not rejoice over the wrong, but rejoices in the truth
It covers all things, it has faith for all things, it hopes in all things, it endures in all things.
Love never falls in ruins; but whether prophecies, they will be abolished; or tongues, they will cease; or knowledge, it will be superseded.
For we know in part and we prophecy in part.
But when the perfect comes, the imperfect will be superseded.
When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I thought as a child, I understood as a child;
But When I became a man I abolished childish things.
For now we see through a mirror in an enigma, but then face to face. Now I know in part, but then I shall know as also I was fully known.
But now remains faith, hope, love,
these three;
but the greatest of these is love.
If I speak in the tongues of men and angels, but have not love, I have become sounding brass or a tinkling symbol.
And if I have prophecy and know all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith so as to remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing.
And if I dole out all my goods, and if I deliver my body that I may boast but have not love, nothing I am profited.
Love is long suffering, love is kind, it is not jealous, love does not boast, it is not inflated.
It is not discourteous, it is not selfish, it is not irritable, it does not enumerate the evil.It does not rejoice over the wrong, but rejoices in the truth
It covers all things, it has faith for all things, it hopes in all things, it endures in all things.
Love never falls in ruins; but whether prophecies, they will be abolished; or tongues, they will cease; or knowledge, it will be superseded.
For we know in part and we prophecy in part.
But when the perfect comes, the imperfect will be superseded.
When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I thought as a child, I understood as a child;
But When I became a man I abolished childish things.
For now we see through a mirror in an enigma, but then face to face. Now I know in part, but then I shall know as also I was fully known.
But now remains faith, hope, love,
these three;
but the greatest of these is love.
Fight
FIGHT
by Carl Sanburg
RED drips from my chin where I have been eating.
Not all the blood, nowhere near all, is wiped off my mouth.
Clots of red mess my hair
And the tiger, the buffalo, know how.
I was a killer.
Yes, I am a killer.
I come from killing.
I go to more.
I drive red joy ahead of me from killing.
Red gluts and red hungers run in the smears and juices of my inside bones:
The child cries for a mother and I cry for war.
by Carl Sanburg
RED drips from my chin where I have been eating.
Not all the blood, nowhere near all, is wiped off my mouth.
Clots of red mess my hair
And the tiger, the buffalo, know how.
I was a killer.
Yes, I am a killer.
I come from killing.
I go to more.
I drive red joy ahead of me from killing.
Red gluts and red hungers run in the smears and juices of my inside bones:
The child cries for a mother and I cry for war.
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