This is the computer which hooks me up to the latest SLOG. slog (third-person singular simple present slogs, present participle slogging, simple past and past participle slogged)

1. To walk slowly, encountering resistance. quotations ▼
2. (by extension) To work slowly and deliberately at a tedious task.

The new path to glory and fascinating employment. So I can either get to the 891 page book on the web-site and replay the five hour classes and prepare for the certification process, or I can scribble madly on the wrong machine for writing. The machine that was purchase to get my shit going on the right track again. The word track is closed. Word projects do not run on time. Word projects are my brain trying to avoid success at any cost. A sideline, a freak-show, a road to nowhere. So SLOG on I shall, eh? I do not have the time to be uselessly firing neurons. My neurons need to get back into the coin game. "C-bands" are what i need on my floor instead of kleenex. Where is the next distraction coming from? 

      Here's the real issue, I am good at everything I do. Usually. If it's all about the production curve and my ass inhabits the 70th percentile as a default position. Unless the task is painting. I get into doing a great job painting and worrying about brushwork and what the finished product will look like and soon the sun is going down or I am out of beer. It is easy to zone in on that repetitive, easily sloppy and delicate work. The best painters are the ones who prep and that requires sanding and taping and moving of furniture and so many things that just slow your painting time down. Lets not get into spackle and drywall and pre-painting aond things it is better to hire some workers from outside the home depot to do for you and cheaper and faster than your top speed. There are some things that make your back sing out in agony. That's why u need to hire a helper or two. Some idiots, like me, will work for a case of beer and lunch and be very happy to take a few bucks along as a reward for a hard days work. I was always the one people called when moving out of town. Then the calls stopped coming. I had moved all of my friends away from me, because I'm helpful and shit. 

     Being good at everything means losing respect for the process of getting better at things. The focus and attention that it takes to get to the mastery level is the best part of the trip that is life. If your marriage is your life and then your kids are, you must put your best efforts there and that is why my dad was painting houses and teaching school at the same time. I was a hungry baby. Somewhere along the line you have to commit to work outside of your life which then intrudes on your life and then becomes your life. That's what teaching does to you. It keeps nibbling at you free time because if you are a reflective practitioner of the art of pedagogy it means getting out there and walking those gogs of yours, everyday. It means putting yourself in the shoes of your clients and out-thinking your lesson plans, finding the errors in your thinking, establishing a way of making miniscule and intangible improvements in human beings the coin of the realm. How did you help them today?  I helped by mailing in another four pages of the social studies text which in it's newest edition is de-emphasizing the role of Crispus Attucks in the revolutionary was by changing his font. Why? That's got to be the book. The additional text which touches on editing and why it is done and for what reason. That turns into a lesson for the kid's own writing and what extra emphasis means and why it is done. The truly radical children can be tantalized into exploring the text for more of the same. The "d for degree"  kids can be given a simple outline to follow with daily and weekly point totals. maybe Bi-weekly is the best way to do this to allow the teacher to have time to follow up on these things. Points awarded for peer review and peer revision and soon one or two kids are ghost-writing for the entire class and getting good at writing quantities of verbs and these are the ones that are put into your novel writing program.

     youth fiction co-operative. yeah. the new coal mines. Run it out of Middle Schools with follow ups programs including gardening and sports on neglected playgrounds. The city does not want to neglect, they just have bad spending habits. Establish a new work rate and divide your bosses up. Freelance substitute teaching. Invite me in and your magazine will follow. A magazine based on your school. Write one for Wanamaker, write one for Gillespie and print them out as if they are the real deal. Print them out and try to sell them somewhere. as a screenplay or something. teachers selling candy and throwbacks are ok. my racism is not. ok, ok. Since it was the issue which derailed me, let's turn it into my money-making machine. lemonade for thirsty racists, yeah.

      I loved my two years in the warehouse at Johnstone Supply. I was on a break from school-teaching, due to a Parent attacking me when the job came open and I soon was putting away 6000 items every Tuesday when the corporate order came in and putting heaters on forklifts and then onto shelves. Since I am naturally organized the warehouse soon was too. trying to write a cover letter and doing it vert goodly!

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really trying to hold onto my teaching job in a small mexican town

i pushed my boss, thats what harries do

she is not a dead frog at the bottom of the river

but i showed her my teeth

i tiold her i needed a different level of support

that it was odd how she could critique my teaching methods on hearsay

she asked me if i understood what diegos mother was talking about

i know diego and it should have been about how to fix him

apparently it was about me

i Heard the comment TRYING TO BE THE COOL TEACHER

recycle much?

thats a comment about someone else

i can't help it if i am cool

if i am in the moment

if i do follow the flow of the language acquisition

when i see a fun way to play with english i pursue it

i sing

i propose million dollar business ideas

i encourage creative homework

 

so i texted my boss that i was not sure of what diegos mothers credentials were

and that everyone who SAW me teach understood

understood that i was good

that i am good

that i work with the kids on their english level

 

the incidsent which got my bosses attention was a kid calling me a name

CABRO'N

it is not the first time i hgave been called that

maybe i am

the last time i let it go and the neighbors baby daddy broke my lock and gate,

 kicking it and calling me a cabron

she was tormenting him and he was jelly

 

so i learned the Word

 

apparently the kid would NEVER lie to her

he would simply tell her what he said

thats the level of trust and rapport they have

 

MY BOSS SAID I MUST HAVE MADE A MISTAKE

in the classic cased of he said she said the kid wins in mexico

cool

i must have made a mistake

she was calling for witnesses who were not forthcoming

not with this dynamic kid leader

he was fighting that good fight

ignorances champion

we dont need no education

and they do not need english here in motul

i GET that

 

so i have dialed back the sensitivity

and am not a sub par english teacher

with no support

and thats fine

 

my Little kids are still writing songs and stories

the big ones have lost their window for english language acquisition

just as i have lost my desire to speak spanish

i love my bubble

my bubble of ignorance

life is more fun in the bubble

please don't try to replace my bliss with an alternative

i love my bliss

its peaceful in my bubble

disfruta tu vida!

 

yo disfruto mi vida

 

 

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