it didn't feel like being crabs in a bucket
too lonely an experience for a plural metaphor.
though definitely there was a dragging down experience:
I expected we'd be raising each other up
not pulling someone back to toe the line
I expected us all to reach for the stars
not speak only when spoken to
I didn't realize my teaching internship
landed me in a diploma-mill
churning out inferior product
with very few value-add options
Should I have known better?
I didn't.
I have always been too trusting.
I was sent into the trenches
to build bridges with cardboard
and I was guilty when the bridges failed.
when I asked for lumber they said
"There's no budget for that
You'll have to find that yourself."
And some of them smirked.
I was a hero
but I couldn't see it
all I could see was
muddy trenches and disrespect
for miles in every direction
and when I was discharged
grateful and ashamed
I took my papers and went away
glad and sorrowful
that I was too soft for these wars.
I tend my garden on this faraway hillside
watch the struggle from a distance
climb the cliffs seeking perspective -
and maybe some new way to stop the war.
(this is my entry for this week's
therealljidol.)
too lonely an experience for a plural metaphor.
though definitely there was a dragging down experience:
- anything exceptional
- anything experimental
- anything that broke the status quo
I expected we'd be raising each other up
not pulling someone back to toe the line
I expected us all to reach for the stars
not speak only when spoken to
I didn't realize my teaching internship
landed me in a diploma-mill
churning out inferior product
with very few value-add options
Should I have known better?
I didn't.
I have always been too trusting.
I was sent into the trenches
to build bridges with cardboard
and I was guilty when the bridges failed.
when I asked for lumber they said
"There's no budget for that
You'll have to find that yourself."
And some of them smirked.
I was a hero
but I couldn't see it
all I could see was
muddy trenches and disrespect
for miles in every direction
and when I was discharged
grateful and ashamed
I took my papers and went away
glad and sorrowful
that I was too soft for these wars.
I tend my garden on this faraway hillside
watch the struggle from a distance
climb the cliffs seeking perspective -
and maybe some new way to stop the war.
(this is my entry for this week's
Tags:
- another fucking opportunity for growth,
- biographical details,
- endings,
- epiphany,
- forward momentum,
- fucked up,
- grief,
- i need,
- i want,
- interior monologue becomes soliloquy,
- lj idol,
- pathwork,
- personal cartography,
- poetry,
- quit shoulding all over yourself,
- sad,
- salmon of wisdom,
- self-examination,
- stomping brain weasels,
- teaching,
- unhappy
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Choosing to write about it, so, it was needed. And it feels really healthy. That school was a dysfunctional relationship for me. The students were great, and I feel so fucking privileged that I was able to be there for them, for so many of them that needed me.
but the school? and the district?
*exhale* there is something so broken, about all the systems of education I have worked in. (four districts, plus at least ten others I've substitute taught in). And after 5 years I think I understand more about WHAT is broken but it's the whole system.
If I can find a place to start a ripple effect from, to make things better, I think that would be an excellent life's work.
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that bites home.
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Thanks, love.
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it's taken me awhile to see clearly how this all unfurled itself in my life. I am hopeful of being able to make a difference in some other way than teaching in the classroom... Writing this was one more step towards clarity.
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This isn't how it was supposed to be, and it should not be such a battle to do well by students. :(
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exactly what broke my heart about it.
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I miss them, you know? the kids? But you have to climb over so much bullshit just to do the actual teaching, you have so many impediments that other people intentionally put in your way... and you just don't always get the training, tools, supplies or support to Do The Work Right.
I'm good at the teaching, the relationships with the kids, the finding out what they need to learn and helping them learn it. But goddamn if that wasn't an even lonelier gig than librarianing.
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Far from it.
*sigh*
Schools are broken, society's broken, and the kids just want to grow and learn.
working on reading this: http://indigolunahealingart.tumblr.com/post/101183885377/booklovingdeathdefyingfreak-monobeartheater
because I think I know what they're going to be talking about, and I think I'm going to understand.
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(I even removed all my teaching related LJ icons because they were too fucking painful to look at. Sad but true.
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to build bridges with cardboard
and I was guilty when the bridges failed.
I always wonder, when stuck in a situation like this (or watching our society get stuck in a situation like this), if they just don't give a shit, or if they're just mean.
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I am angry and bitter with "the system" but I do not think I am wrong about this.
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Thanks.
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(Did you end up switching fields completely?)
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Been making art and jewelry, writing and keeping house. Couple of years ago I started the LJ tag "I'm the chatelaine dammit!" about homecaring.