Friday, September 4, 2009


It is the end of my first week of teaching and I am alive. I think.

I've had three of my colleagues tell me my kids don't listen to me because I'm not black. Well. There is nothing I can do about that. I don't even tan. I have to find another way.

I don't know why I thought I could do this. I think my application and decision to do TFA was done in a five-month fit of arrogance.

Update: still can't stand my stomach. Yep. That's no changing anytime soon.


ola said...

Hi Lisa,

congratulation to your job and good you are alive!

1. you're not black. you will find another way. I am sure you will and you will do great.

2. you hate your stomach (which I am sure doesn't deserve it, because having a stomach is like having certain colour of skin).
You will find another way to look at your body.

Have a nice relaxed weekend and good luck with everything! Ola + Lisbeth

Harriet said...

I guess the kids will have to learn to listen to someone who isn't black then, won't they?

I'm sorry you don't like your stomach. I don't like mine either, I don't ever look at it. Ick.

Rach said...

You're not the only person who's not black in this world, and eventually kids will have to learn to deal with that fact. They might as well start now.