Frontline

Yesterday we had a get-together at the department. It was indeed lovely to see the enthusiasm and motivation on part of the would-be teachers. I liked one speaker in particular, a young man who left his high-paying industry job to teach in a high-need school. He gives me reason to have hope for this generation. I have invited him to speak to my class; I think he would be a great role model for my students and help them rise above the trepidation of facing the front line. If you have ever been in a high-need school you’d know what I am talking about. Yep!

My night ended with a big fight with mr. jones. Following which I erased all my recent posts that involved him. Now that’s juvenile! Well, I was mad! How dare he accuses me of thinking of him as nothing but a blog muse! Yes, I muse about him, but if that’s all he sees then he hasn't got a prayer, I'd say! So whatever! Yep!

I am still furious. So I should probably stop writing before I start throwing exclamation points left and right, comme une femme qui couche à droite et à gauche!