Wednesday, November 01, 2006
Secret Alice Man
Charlie stole a shoe once. Big surprise there, eh? We did go back, mostly because one shoe wasn't going to do anyone much good.
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"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.