A pound of nuts

Blogger deleted my original blog so I will have to start over with my postings.

I was meaning to post more in the time between this entry and my last entry (in January) but I was deterred by the difficulty I had trying to access my account. I guess my blog was in a perpetual state of limbo before it slid down into oblivion to meet its end at the hands of Blogger. Fortunately now it has arisen again, like a phoenix from the ashes, to report of Misterteacher's experiences teaching in New York City.

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I am tired. I was looking at myself on the black windows of the subway as I was heading home from work yesterday and I saw my state of weariness. The eyes that stared back at me were glassy, glossed with a dazed look of nothingness. My shirt was wrinkled, with deep furrows all over. My hair was in disarray, messy and shaggy because of my month-lack of hair cuts.

I am spent. Washed up. Burnt to a crisp. I feel like I could go home and go immediately to sleep and wake up on Sunday.

Despair sets in. Despondency. Shell-shocked. The kids, they waste my energy like time melts away a lit candle.

Her face is full of poisonous hatred for me. I wait. She erupts. Her shriek sounds throughout the classroom--"You're an ASSHOLE!" Without thinking, I slam the door in her face and got back to my lesson. My face betrays a hint of uneasiness and fear. For only a moment. I quickly reassume a mask of sallow indifference.

Is June here yet?

No. It's still a month away.

A student of mine who got in a vicious catfight the other day. She transferred immediately to a Catholic school. They have discipline over there. Before she left, she left me with a final note. I found it in my mailbox.

"Just a note for Misterteacher

Thanks for having me in your class. I know I was a tough cookie in the beginning but I changed over time. It was a pleasure being in your class. I really didn't know much on genetics so I didn't write much but I tried. Science wasn't my best class and I disliked it very much, but having you as my science teacher changed my views on science. Thanks again for having me in your class."

This little note makes up for months of being treated like crap.