I needed massages when I became a teacher. If you sit at a desk and type all day, you don’t need massages. You like them, your eyes roll up in your head, but you don’t need them. You need a massage if part of your job is telling people the same thing 6-100 times a […]
Read More The Student MassageLast night I celebrated our nation’s return to reason. I read the New York Times and listened to cello music on a scratchy record. I baked a cake, and I chatted with a gentleman caller, completely unchaperoned. As Mr. Vonnegut would say, “If this isn’t nice, what is?” …Every time I hear “President-elect Obama,” my blood […]
Read More Celebrating continues.I am glad to report that many of our students here (all African-American) are pretty psyched about the Obama victory, and have been writing in class about how this changes their idea of themselves and their futures. One of the boys said he cried. Another said his dumb grandma went downstairs to honk the horn on […]
Read More Hot off the presses: urban youth react to Obama victoryEverything else up here is carefully revised and not just off the cuff… because I value your time, dear reader…however, today requires two extemporaneous insertions. One: people searching for “naked locker room” on the internet are accidentally being sent to the tale of my dying grandmother and her bathroom problems. This must be poetic justice for a […]
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