Reminiscing

Been reading the first Thresholds as I prepare it for publication, and it's fun to take a trip down memory lane. But I'm concerned that I have strayed a bit from my initial goals.

At first, this blog was about my failed attempts to teach journalism to some very bright students. I wanted to capture my angst as I tried to learn those programs-that-shall-not-be named...I wanted to show how public education in my world is as much about sex, drugs and rock-n-roll as it is about classroom management. I wanted to paint a picture of this innocent school in the Heartland of the USA that made your eyes pop out of your head and your ears scream.

But in this second blook, I have strayed from the original mission. I have had to process this thing called life: perhaps I have grown up or at least am attempting to do so. That silly fire has turned everything upside down.

Oh well, I go back to work in one week from tomorrow, so this blog shall most likely get back on track. But I kinda like the diversion of the last 6 months, to tell the truth. I think it shows that Delani has depth of character...or that she has really good brain drugs.

Drum roll please.....school year #5 is about to start. Will my new technology arrive before school starts? Will my class sizes have reduced to match my available technology? Will my classes control me or will I finally learn to be the head mother fucker in charge?

Well, one thing hasn't changed. I still can curse like a truck driver, as my mother used to tell me. Sounds like shit and doesn't do a damn bit of good. But it's real, at least. People talk like this in my world, how about yours?