Breathless

There’s this new local reporter that is about 21 years old, awkward looking, and gay-but-doesn’t-know-it-yet.  David Cross does a great piece on the gay man voice, and that not all gay men have The Voice, but if you have The Voice, you are a gay man.  This kid has the Voice.  And, to make matters worse, his last name is a flurry of S-sounds.  When he first got there, one of his friends said "You should really tone down the gay thing," and he responded "What? I’m not gay! You think I’m gay? WELL, I’m not!" and then he probably flounced away all huffy and shit.

Anyway.

Recently, he got assigned to go to Pennsylvania to do a report on the new LifeFlight helicopter.  He went down there, and got to fly back in the helicopter, which is pretty cool. HOWEVER.  His story started off with the beginning of The Corrs song, "breathless."

"Go on, Go on, Leave me breathless….."

Now, okay, sure, flying in a helicopter from Pennsylvania to Maine, over NYC, Boston, etc, would be pretty fucking breathtaking. I get that.   And it’s not just that it’s a lame song.

It;s that it was for the LIFEFLIGHT Helicopter. You know, the one that swoops down into interstate medians or remote clearcuts to whisk trauma patients to the nearest hospital.  The whole point of LifeFlight is to leave you the opposite of breathless.  Right? Right?  And, the song choice doesn’t do much for proving your straightness, either.

Shipjumping

Today, I had to figure out what book I would teach next in my math class.  I was thinking about jumping out of sequence and getting a probability unit in before the state tests in the spring, and was encouraged to do so, but was hesitant because the sequencing of my program is deliberate, and it’s working so far.  Then it hit me: I was trying to teach to the test.  Fuck that shit.  If I get to the probability unit, great.  But I’m not going to sacrifice the scaffolding built into the program in hopes that it makes my school ‘look good’ on the probability stuff.  Since the sequence of the books always draws on past knowledge, it would be looking for information that they wouldn’t have had yet, and I’m not going to do that to my kids. 

One of the things I was worried about was that I was just making excuses for not liking teaching.  That maybe I should just buck up and not be so miserable; after all, I’ve had worse jobs.  But this vacation has only reinforced my feelings on what’s going on not only in my school, but in my state.  And, to various extents, the country.  I got my union newspaper over the break, and I only picked it up to read it yesterday.  There were at least 5 pages (of maybe 12 total) that were about teachers leaving the profession at a faster rate, and earlier age, than ever before.  There were several pieces on young teachers putting in a few years, and then moving on out.  I talked to Andy today and found out that a mutual friend, who teaches a foreign language at a private high school, is also packing it up.  It’s just not worth it to a lot of people anymore.

My parents have been telling me for years now, "you’re too smart to teach."  (This, from my mom, a 35 year teaching vet… who retired early because she saw what was coming.)  That sounds incredibly snooty, but it’s true.  I’m too smart to teach.  The teachers that are leaving are good people who can get a job anywhere else.  The ones who stay, or join the profession, are the ones like my student teacher this year, who needed me to remind her of the difference between "urban and rural" and who wasn’t sure how to determine when words like ‘water’ were a noun or a verb. I am not fucking kidding.  People who read my old journal over the last several years, and followed along as I returned to the university and finished my degree remember the horror stories I shared of my fellow students not knowing how to locate a book in a library, or use basic grammar. It’s awful.  And those are the morons  that are going to be left to teach kids as the intelligent people say "Know what? I can follow orders someplace else for a lot more money, and not be held liable for the future of America at the end of the day."

I love my grad program.  I’m heading for higher ground with it, and trying to keep out of the clutches of NCLB, the asinine assessment system, and teaching to the test.  I’ve gotten what I needed from my two years.  I have several thousand dollars in loans that have been forgiven, simply because I taught in Maine.  I’ll have 1/3 of graduate degree completed, free of charge, by way of tuition reimbursement.  My medical reimbursement allowance means that Dave’s deductions for our health insurance are more like a tax free addition to our savings account.  And, I will have 2 years of experience in the classroom, which will give me the credibility that I need (and want) for my ultimate goal of consulting on tech projects for K-12 schools. 

The last day of school, we scored assessments (of course!) and I was helping my coworkers figure out what was plagiarism and what wasn’t.  (Hint: ‘Penultimate’ is not part of a low-average middle schooler’s vocabulary. And if it was, it probably wouldn’t be spelled correctly.)  A few of my colleagues were commenting on how ‘good’ I am with technology, and that I should be doing THAT instead. Some didn’t even realize that that IS what I’m working toward, and when I explained it, they were remarking on what a good consultant I would be; how they could see me being really effective in explaining tech integration to teachers.

It made me feel good; I was recognized at being good at what I want to do with my life. That, and hearing all these other stories of teachers who are backing away from the profession because of what it has turned into, reminded me that I am making the right choice.  I feel badly for the kids who will deal with the Stupid Teachers, but the smart ones are going to find other work, easily, and probably make more money in the long run.  The old adage "those who can’t, teach" is going to, sadly, apply to a lot of teachers.

All of that aside, I am really dreading going back to school tomorrow.  I have 7 weeks until my next vacation*, and it won’t come soon enough. Argh.

*Yes, there are lots of vacations, summers off, etc, but even that doesn’t make it worth it.  Wrap your head around that notion.

The Cat’s Away . . .

and I’m obsessing over pregnancy symptoms.  Dave is with his mom; she came home from the hospital tonight, and her doctor wants her to have someone with her 24/7 for a week.  Dave took the first shift, and this is my first night in our house alone, ever.  I’ve spent many nights away at other places while Dave stays here, but it never works the other way.

I’ve found a really cool due-date calculator, though, here.  What’s cool is that it has milestone dates as well as the Big Entrance date.  Anyway, yeah, I’m a’dying up here.

I also updated the perpetually empty Wedding album on the left there.  My navigation in Wedding and Shelter is f’ed up, though, so clicking on next won’t reveal all the pictures.  (I’ve already sent a help request to tech support, come on TypePad, prove your wonders again, and fix it! Whooo!)

Yeah. Wedding pictures, and I’m home alone. . . . . or AM I? Argh.

HNY2005, etc

Whooo! Happy New Year! Ahem, yeah, whatever.

Right now, I’m ruing the return to school on Monday. I don’t wannnnna go back to school!  I want to just keep rewinding this week, enjoying being with Dave with absolutely no schedule or plan. We slept in! We drank beer! We stayed up late! We watched all of Arrested Development, season 1!  We justified everything with "Well, we will never be able to do this when we have kids."  Our next week off together is in April, when we will be going to Florida and spending the week on the beach, luxuriating. Or whatever.  My next week off is in February, only what, 6 weeks? But it seems like FOR.EV.ER.  Especially in the context of being in the longest part of the month for me, the Wait.

Oh yes, it’s killing me. Waiting blows.  I haven’t even been prattling on about it here, instead I’ve been emailing Amy with such gems as "Did the nausea wake ME up, or did I wake the NAUSEA up?"  (I’ve now Carly Simon-ed this entry, a la "you’re so vain.")

So, my plans for ’05:
* Baby, et al
* Work on the full time grad school thing.  Might be hard (if this is The Month, then we’re looking at a September due date, which doesn’t really sync with academia so much, but if I can get an assistantship deferred to mid-January of ’06, that would be cool. Or, start over the summer?)
* Get the hell out of teaching.  It’s harder than it sounds, I think.  There’s something to teaching that I do love, and there are perks (tuition payment, medical reimbursement, summers off) but at least one of those won’t be really available to me when I have a baby. Teaching AND taking a class AND having a baby just sounds like WAY TOO MUCH.  Especially on days like today, where GETTING DRESSED sounds like too much, because that just means I’m getting closer to going back to school and having to TEACH. ARGH.
* I know that we just can’t afford for me to not do ANYTHING but be a mother. We can’t, and that’s really not a situation that’s likely to change for a few years.  However, I think that it is possible to work something out where I work part-time at the library, or university, or even as an ed-tech at a neighborhood school.  (I would make a KICK ASS ed tech, what with the teaching degree and experience, and my love for the challenging kids.)  I would love for someone near me to get knocked up, too, and work out some sort of childcare co-op deal. That would rock. Anyway, while I would love to be able to stay home full time, I can’t, but I do think it’s possible to find a middle ground.  If I was just shelving books at BPL, at least my mind is less occupied by all that comes with teaching, you know? And I just know that both my teaching and my parenting would suffer if I tried to do both. As it is, the thing that makes me a good teacher is my love for the kids, and I can only love my kids like that because I don’t have any yet myself.
*  My resolutions are to drink more water (speaking of, I want to find a Life is Good water bottle online today . . .), walk more (5mi/week to start, in any combination) and take my goddamn vitamins.  I also want to get back into salad mode; I’ve been eating more hot meals at lunch than salad, and I would say that that is directly related to comfort-food eating as a result of my stressful job and mental preoccupation with procreation. The emotional eating needs to be curbed, as in all of my research I have not found that warm cinnamon buns are necessary to maintain a healthy balance of hormones.

So, yes, let’s work on the first one, first, shall we? Once that one is taken care of, the rest will be easier to finagle.  Being pregnant will make for such a gentle segue out of teaching: "Oh, I’m due the first week of school, so I’ve decided to stay home for a year and focus on my Master’s . . ." and also provide me with reasons to not feel guilty about taking sick days if needed. Whoa. I probably just jinxed myself with that one.