Friday, November 10, 2006
I think they're eating Ben & Jerry's black and tan ice cream. Cuz becoming fat alcoholics would add to the mystique of their daily little routines.
"Table 144 is ready to be bussed. Take away the highchairs and you're going to need a broom for that one."
Diasporic academic, awash in secondary education. I assign classic canon novels that teach kids of color to believe that no one that ever looked like them wrote anything worthwhile. I teach girls that the only thing they ever did that was brilliant was "To Kill a Mockingbird." I listen to teachers in the lounge each day as they gab about Anna Nicole, pore over Fox news, and wonder why there isn't a White History month with straight faces. I'm ashamed of them and of my country. I try to teach myself, daily, that being a glorified babysitter is a mere stop on the career trail and that the literary fodder that I glean all day long is actually pretty darn funny. Coffee is my anti-drug.