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i hope i live to see the day...

it's good to remember

Given the current election atmosphere and the state of public education, I thought it would be good to revisit an old song that addresses those very issues.

I should have ran for the Republican Central Committee in precinct 20-A...I might have won!

recent inspiration

OK, so my English 102 class and teacher, Ms. Coyle, have inspired me to revisit this old ground of blogging where I can spill my guts about the things I love, hate or maybe just need a little closer investigation. So let me revive my blog with this...

I'm a 35yr old freshman in college going back to school for a degree in education. I've been a graphic artist for 13 years and at the same employer for 10. There is nothing inspiring about what I do and the environment that I find myself in on a daily basis is deteriorating and repulsive. I'm confined to a 6x4 cubicle. There is nothing that means anything here beyond productivity and paychecks....wow, who wouldn't be inspired by that? I'm sick of ungrateful bosses and an atmosphere that lends itself to drama and chaos every single moment of every day. No one to turn to and no hope for salvation except that I might get fired! Or mysteriously win the lottery that I never play. There are days that I want to kick my own ass for continuing to show up voluntarily put myself through this crap everyday.

On the other hand, I'm going to school to enter a field that has its highest unsatisfactory rate in two decades and is being run more like the private sector everyday. Seasoned teachers are under attack like never before and new teachers are lucky to find a job. The ones that do find jobs are thrown to the wolves under Charter systems that aren't doing much more than babysitting the cities worst behavior problems. 18 years ago my father worked tirelessly to make sure I didn't choose the military or truck driving as a career because he was in the middle of both and could testify for how bad those industries were. I'm not sure my mother wouldn't be saying the same things to me about teaching right now except that she knows that I play by my own rules.

I'm sick of busting my ass for nothing more than a paycheck. There has got to be more to this life than just that...right? I know there is and I'm off to get me a little piece of it!

Stay tuned!