Petty Misadventures and Daring-Do

The story I’m about to tell you is anecdotal, and it isn’t the one you’ll immediately think it is.

Class starts at 8 a.m. The school is 15 minutes away.

I woke up, still in that half-asleep stupor. I strained to read the red-LED alarm clock on the bunk below me. Its half-functional AM/FM is always an option, but I usually set the alarm to buzz — it’s more irritating. I looked at the silent clock.

“It can’t be 7:14 a.m.,” I thought to myself. “It’s too light outside.” I re-read the clock, correctly this time. 7:44 a.m.

Stupor over. I threw on yesterday’s shirt, socks and pants, and rushed out the door.

As I told a friend of mine this story, she looked at me with a look on her face that said, “I’m polite and pretending to pay attention. This is boring, but I don’t want to hurt your feelings.”

I gave her an out. She took it. 

It’s kinda disappointing once you realize that the excitingest, heart-thumpingest part of your day is realizing you didn’t set your alarm the previous night.

Teaching is an exciting profession, to be sure, and there are plenty of “I-have-no-idea-what-I’m-doing” moments, moments where an old Marines axiom comes in handy — Improvise, Overcome, Adapt.

Yet achieving these goals, and proudly telling tales of them — improvising with hand-drawn maps, overcoming broken copiers, adapting to disappearing textbooks — doesn’t really excite anyone else, at least when I do it.

I could tell by the expression on my friend’s face that she would in no way be interested in how I managed to scrounge up a transparency of “Dulce et Decorum est” when it turned out I hadn’t enough copies for two periods, or the time that I managed to voice a valid opinion of an RSP student I only really just met when I spoke in his IEP meeting.

It doesn’t help that when I tell these stories of boring-do I have to explain out the alphabet soup I myself barely understand.

But, forget these things. I am in high spirits today, verily. For today, I wear my brightest, shiniest shirt to school, in preparation for what immediately follows. You see, I have a hot date of the most exciting sort within 30 minutes of the final bell.

I’ll have to remember to think up more exciting stories. I’m sure something will happen — I’ve two periods of sophomores next.

Moral of the story? Never assume anyone but you even cares.

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  1. Words to live by … though I work in an office so I keep telling banal stories regardless ;3

  2. To be honest, there’s a big difference between waking up 15 before your class and 15 minutes before your start time at a job other than teaching. Being at a regular job is not like having to show up daily on stage. So getting up late is like having to perform in a play but not having had time to read the script beforehand.

  1. 1 dy/dan » Blog Archive » Blog To Watch: Awaiting Tenure

    [...] Awaiting Tenure’s got it. “It can’t be 7:14 a.m.,” I thought to myself. “It’s too light outside.” I re-read the clock, correctly this time. 7:44 a.m. [...]

  2. 2 dy/dan » Blog Archive » Can I Get That On A Mug?

    [...] Words to live by from Benjamin Baxter, student teacher blogger, whom I linked up earlier today. [...]




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