Why English Teachers Die Young

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Probably the most hilarious forwarded e-mail I’ve ever received, sent to me by a parent of one of my students:

Why English teachers die young: Actual Analogies and Metaphors in High School Essays

  1. Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two sides, you know like gently compressed by a Thigh Master.
  2. His thoughts tumbled around in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a dryer without Cling Free softener.
  3. He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at solar eclipses without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it.
  4. She grew on him like she was a colony of E. coli and he was room-temperature Canadian beef.
  5. She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just before it throws up.
  6. Her vocabulary was as bad as — like — whatever.
  7. He was as tall as a six-foot-three-inch tree.
  8. The revelation that his marriage of 30 years had disintegrated because of his wife’s infidelity came as a rude shock — like a surcharge at a formerly surcharge-free ATM.
  9. The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball would not.
  10. McBride fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a Hefty bag filled with vegetable soup.
  11. From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie, surreal quality, like when you’re on vacation in another city and Jeopardy comes on at 7:00 p.m. instead of 7:30.
  12. Her hair glistened in the rain like a nose hair after a sneeze.
  13. The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry them in hot grease.
  14. Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 p.m. traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 p.m. at a speed of 35 mph.
  15. They lived in a typical suburban neighborhood with picket fences that resembled Nancy Kerrigan’s teeth.
  16. John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met.
  17. He fell for her like his heart was a mob informant and she was the East River.
  18. Even in his last years, my Grandpappy had a mind like a steel trap, only one that had been left out so long that it had rusted shut.
  19. Shots rang out, as shots are wont to do.
  20. The plan was simple, just like my brother-in-law Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just actually might work.
  21. The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating for a while.
  22. He was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck, either, but a real duck that was actually lame. Maybe from stepping on a land mine or something.
  23. The ballerina rose gracefully en pointe and extended one slender leg behind her, just like a dog at a fire hydrant.
  24. It was an American tradition, like fathers chasing their kids around waving power tools at them.
  25. He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as if she were a garbage truck backing up.
  26. Her eyes were like limpid pools, only they had forgotten to put in any pH cleanser.
  27. She walked into my office like a centipede with 98 missing legs.
  28. It really hurt! like the way your tongue hurts after you accidentally staple it to the wall.

The only thing that makes me doubt these are real is that some of them are really good!


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Now I Sit Me Down in School

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I don’t ever write here anymore! I am not one for posting “well, nothing happened today, but I’m going to waste your time with my boring life anyway” entries. However, lately it seems to be my mission in life to defend the separation of church and state in our public schools. That may or may not make any sense to you, considering I teach at a private Jewish high school.

The principal of Cedar Shoals High School in Athens, home of UGA, where I graduated from college, has apologized for reading a poem entitled “The New School Prayer” over the intercom. He claims he read the poem in order to “provoke thought and discussion among students.”

The AJC article (free registration required) about the incident posted a link to the poem in question. I decided to reprint it instead of sending you chasing links or registering at websites. Set aside its questionable literary merit for a moment and think about the message only:

Now I sit me down in school
Where praying is against the rule
For this great nation under God
Finds mention of Him very odd.

If Scripture now the class recites,
It violates the Bill of Rights.
And anytime my head I bow
Becomes a Federal matter now.

Our hair can be purple, orange or green,
That’s no offense; it’s a freedom scene.
The law is specific, the law is precise.
Prayers spoken aloud are a serious vice.

For praying in a public hall
Might offend someone with no faith at all.
In silence alone we must meditate,
God’s name is prohibited by the state.

We’re allowed to cuss and dress like freaks,
And pierce our noses, tongues and cheeks.
They’ve outlawed guns, but FIRST the Bible.
To quote the Good Book makes me liable.

We can elect a pregnant Senior Queen,
And the “unwed daddy,” our Senior King.
It’s “inappropriate” to teach right from wrong,
We’re taught that such “judgments” do not belong.

We can get our condoms and birth controls,
Study witchcraft, vampires and totem poles.
But the Ten Commandments are not allowed,
No word of God must reach this crowd.

It’s scary here I must confess,
When chaos reigns the school’s a mess.
So, Lord, this silent plea I make:
Should I be shot, my soul please take!

Oh. No. He. Didn’t.

Shall we dissect the argument?

  • Praying is not against any rule or law in any school. It is institutional prayer, led by, say, a teacher, or by a group of students who pressure other students to participate that is a violation of the separation of church and state.
  • I discussed Scripture with regards to biblical allusion on many occasions, and I was never pushed out of public school bearing a cross on my back.
  • What on earth does hair color have to do with religion? Yet another fallacy — in order to be “good Christians,” folks have to dress conservatively, vote Republican, and get all jumped up over the “secular humanism” pervading our schools.
  • I’ve never worked at a school where students were permitted to “cuss.” Did they do it anyway? Of course! This poem, however, makes it sound like the student who mentions God will be drummed out of town, whereas we put up with cursing.
  • Piercings, like hair color, have exactly what correlation to a person’s religious faith?
  • We’re not supposed to teach right and wrong? Good. One less thing. I’m glad to know that whole “Character Education” requirement put on teachers several years ago because parents can’t teach their children how to be moral human beings is no longer the responsibility of over-burdened, underpaid teachers in public schools.
  • I suppose it would be better to pretend kids don’t have sex, like they used to do in the good old days, when pregnant girls were sent away or had to get married as teens. Oh, wait. That never happened, because kids having sex is a new thing. It happened in the last 50 years or so since school prayer was “outlawed.”
  • Violence in school isn’t new either. School shootings are new to the white, middle-class suburbs. Urban schools have been dealing with problems like this for decades and no one cared.

I never thought I would make it my mission in this blog to be the champion of separation of church and state, but lately, so many of my fellow Georgia educators seem to be missing the mark. Then they take up the cross (a Medieval euphemism for going on a Christian crusade) and claim they aren’t allowed to exercise their religious beliefs. No one is stopping anyone from going to church or synagogue or even sacred oak grove in this country. No one. What we believe, and have believed for the over 200 years since the Bill of Rights was ratified, is that government and religion are two distinct entities. It bothers me that people feel that in order to practice their religion, they must push it on everyone else. It angers me when those people are educators. Educators have a great deal of influence, both positive and negative, in the lives of the children they teach.

There’s going to be a lot of discussion of this matter on conservative radio shows. Rush Limbaugh has already addressed it. He’s right about one thing. We are at a crisis in public education. The schools are unruly. The students aren’t learning. Is reciting pithy little poems bemoaning the lack of prayer and blaming the problems on the absence of religion going to fix this crisis? I really don’t think so. But I really don’t think violating our Consititution is the answer to the problem.

The principal apologized. Personally, I think he exercised poor judgment in reading the poem. I wonder what his colleagues (several of whom I know) thought when they heard it. My college professor, Sally, taught there for a year on a job exchange with another teacher (who taught Sally’s college classes — she has a doctorate). I picture her in a classroom, listening, mouth agape — absolutely stunned. I am fortunate in that I currently work with a great principal who has her pulse on education today. For most of my career, this hasn’t been the case. I realize there are real frustrations for a public high school principal. I understand this poem must, in some way, address some of his frustrations, or he probably wouldn’t have read it. He apologized for it, but he was probably told to do so. Do I think he needs to lose his job? No. I do think that would be an overreaction. Times are tough, and even tougher for a teacher who has been denied a contract and needs to find work somewhere else. I don’t think one mistake (at least a mistake like this) must lead ultimately to the man’s dismissal. However, I do hope that if he takes anything away from this, that it is simply not right in our pluralistic society to push your religious beliefs on someone else. I do hope he won’t make this a Crusade and insist he’s being persecuted.

Now I sit me down in school;
I (silently) pray we’ll practice the Golden Rule,
That we’ll treat others as we’d like to be treated.
This doesn’t mean religion’s defeated.

I have the right, when I’m at school,
Not to feel like I am a fool.
Just because I believe differently from others,
It doesn’t mean we can’t all be brothers.

Let me practice (or not) religion in my own way,
Let my parents teach me how to pray.
I believe in the Constitution;
For over 200 years, a firm institution.

Let me learn wisdom from books and teachers
I’m not here to listen to your “preachers”
I’m here to be well-rounded and prepare for college,
To fill my head with all kinds of knowledge.

For every purpose under heaven there is a time,
As I’ve endeavored to explain in this poorly-written rhyme.
I don’t know that on religion you and I agree;
I think the best way to address it is to let it be.

I’m a spiritual person in my own way,
But group prayers in school I won’t say.
I want to feel like I am free
To worship or pray as it suits me.

(/bad poetry)


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Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban

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I have written a new Pensieve article — a review of the extra features on the Prisoner of Azkaban DVD.

One of you who bought the DVD besides me: did you have to turn the volume up very high in order to hear the dialogue? I know that British people talk more quietly than Americans, but I hadn’t noticed this problem with the movies before. Is it my copy? Or is the sound quality not too good? On the other hand, it sounded fine through the headphones on the computer. If it is my TV or DVD player, then I must say this is the only movie I’ve noticed having a problem, aside from the Twin Peaks pilot, which is noted for sound issues in general.


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Happy Thanksgiving

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Like most of my American friends, I will be celebrating the Thanksgiving holiday with my family.

But I would be remiss if I didn’t celebrate the fact that one of my students recited Mercutio’s Queen Mab speech from Romeo and Juliet today. It was wonderful, and I cried. That is a real accomplishment.

I also enjoyed discussing the philosophies of Ralph Waldo Emerson with my students. I am continually reminded just how transcendental Disney’s The Lion King is.


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Why Are They Always English Teachers?

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I want to know why it always seems to be the English teachers who turn out to be nuts.

Elizabeth McDonald killed her mother with a hammer.

Mary Kay LeTourneau is possibly the most famous freaky English teacher.

Dylena Pierce was arrested for making bomb threats.

Lots of male English teachers have been arrested for molestation or child pr0n. A quick Google search could give you a shock.

Then there is the infamous Pam Smart, a Media Specialist, which is, most of the time, an English teacher who works in the Media Center.

What is it about teaching grammar, composition, and literature that makes one snap? When you think back to your school days, was it the English teacher around whom there was always the breath of scandal? I can say it was in my case. I hope I can successfully navigate the treacherous waters of teaching English and disembark at the end of a long, satisfying, successful career… and not be psycho in the end. I think it will be okay as long as I stay put, for too many episodes like this one could be dangerous for my future mental health.


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Arafat’s Demise: What Now?

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Opinion piece in the AJC by Shmuel Ben-Shmuel.

Amen.

My co-worker, Andy, who teaches Judaics, said the Israelites would be happy if only they could be “tolerated” as a presence in the Middle East. Interesting thought. Forget about embraced. Forget about being allies. Just tolerate us. Just ignore us and promise not to attack us, and we’ll be happy with that. That would be enough.

It makes me sad.

On a semi-unrelated note, how could I not have realized before how omnipresent Christmas is? I got a Coke out of the machine at my school — a Jewish high school. It had Santa Claus on it. File that under things that make you go hmmmm…


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Blogcritics, Part 2

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Well, I finally quit Blogcritics today. I’m not going to to pick on any one individual here (which is very different from the way they do things over there), but frankly, as the old saw goes, today I read a comment that was the straw that broke the camel’s back. I decided I didn’t want to be associated with a group of people who allow such meanness in their midst. I figure when it gets the point that I wonder before I open an article if I should take a Tums or not, it’s time to leave. I really think the idea behind Blogcritics is a good one, but the execution is poor because it would seem that anyone can write for them, despite the fact that they make it seem otherwise, and also that people are allowed free rein to write nasty, personal attacks in comments. Nothing is done about that. Cursing, poorly written English, and other forms of unprofessional writing run rampant there, too. The editor sees this difference between Blogcritics and other similar publications as a strength.


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Weekend Trip

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I’ve returned from the Shabbaton I mentioned in my previous entry. I’m very tired — sore muscles from lifting babies and carrying them away from places they weren’t supposed to be. Maggie is heavy. I think they had a good time. In fact, Dylan is, as the kids say, the mack daddy of the under-five set. He got lots of hugs. I swear, one of the 11th graders took him off my hands, and he hugged her tightly round the neck, flashing those dimples the entire time. He sure loves the ladies. Why, one my students even insisted he would be her date for the ’80s dance that evening, but he fell asleep and couldn’t go. Maggie made some friends with the “big boys” and “big girls.” Mainly the girls. Sim even took her on a walk. He said was it was really entertaining. I’ll bet. You know, I thought about it later, and I realized I was the only non-Judaics faculty member there. I suppose you might count the former English teacher (whom I replaced); she is engaged to one of the Judaics teachers. I think the students appreciated it that I made an effort to attend. One of the things I learned from that crazy book my principal last year made us read — Fish! — is that we need to be present for our customers. My principal wanted us to think of ourselves as a business delivering a product to our customers — the students. Being present means so much to students. Just to acknowledge the things they do outside of school. I used to love it, for instance, when teachers came to our band concerts. I need to try to get to more of their sporting events. We don’t really have any other events aside from these Shabbatonim and sporting events.

We stayed in Clayton, the county seat of Rabun County, in far northeastern corner of Georgia. Mountains and forests all around. It was slightly chilly. It was very pretty. All the leaves that were left on the trees were various shades of red, gold, and brown. Camp Ramah Darom is way the hell in the middle of nowhere. I was really worried that I was lost. Then, too, we’re talking about the area of Georgia where Deliverance was filmed, and I’m not joking about that. Strange place to be associated with a Jewish campground, I suppose. On the way home, I stopped at a “scenic overlook” and showed Maggie a piece of Tallulah Gorge. It wasn’t probably the most breathtaking area of the park, but it was pretty. A nearby sign proclaimed the gorge the deepest canyon east of the Mississippi. I didn’t know that. In fact, I don’t think it’s true, because I remember seeing the same thing said about the Little River Canyon in Alabama and the New River Gorge in West Virginia. But it was still pretty.

It feels good to be home. In a little while, I will leave to pick up Sarah, who spent the weekend with her dad. Then I need to get ready for tomorrow. I didn’t get much grading done over the weekend, but I think my students will forgive me for that.


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Linda Schrenko

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Former State School Superintendent Linda Schrenko and two others were indicted today in an alleged scheme to steal more than $500,000 in federal education funds, using the money for campaign expenses and a face-lift.

Read the rest of the article at the AJC website.

To say I am disgusted and appalled is an understatement. Frankly, what I am is absolutely livid. I have long despised Linda Schrenko. I think most Georgia educators probably do. Now it becomes clear to all just how badly she abused her position as Superintendent of the Georgia Department of Education.

Want to know more details? Here is a timeline of events.

I want to know why. What made someone in her position, holding the purse-strings of education in a state that is struggling to bring up test scores and “leave no child behind,” do such a heinous thing to the students and teachers of Georgia?

You know what’s really disgusting? If she is found guilty, she will probably get a slap on the wrist. Damn it, I want her to be held accountable for her crimes, and I want to see her ass in jail.

I am anxious to see what Johnny Isakson thinks, as he was, I believe, Chairman of the Georgia BOE during Shrenko’s evil reign. I also wonder what Sonny Perdue will say, as she ran against him (and lost) for the GOP nomination for governor of Georgia in 2002.


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