When I started this blog a year and a half ago, I conceived it as a witty look at a geek relationship, which really reads that I was indulging in a moment of narcissism where I believed the world would care about my newfound relationship. Look, he’s British! Look, we’re geeky together! I don’t know how bad a thing that is, or if it’s even a bad thing–isn’t a lot of writing, great and otherwise, born of egotism? Besides, it liberated me to do something that I had never wanted to do before in my writing–I wanted to write about myself. I had kept journals, of course, and had a daily email correspondence with a close friend, but I never wanted to write anything about myself that was meant for an audience of strangers to read. Continue reading
So I haven’t posted in awhile. Like three months. I’ve been busy with some stuff–getting a job, moving, visiting home, getting pregnant. It’s exciting times, but it doesn’t exactly leave a ton of room for blogging. Now though I find things equalizing a bit, or perhaps I’m carving out a bit more time for writing.
Working at an English school brings a whole host of new experiences, but the most striking difference comes not from the cultural differences, but from the fact that the school I teach at now is a ‘regular’ school, with students of all backgrounds and abilities, whereas the school I worked at in Queens, my alma mater, is an honors high school.
I didn’t always teach at an honor’s high school. In fact, I’ve taught at some high needs schools, sometimes called inner city schools. Whatever you want to call them, it could be rough. I’ve had fights work their way into my classroom more than once; I’ve had students curse me out; I’ve heard some sobering tales of home life and taught girls of 15 and 16 who had to wedge their pregnant bellies into those L shaped desks. I thought I had seen it all, and to be honest, I had seen most of it. Continue reading