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.
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A mouse in a house of catcalls
About Me
- Lisa
- NOVA via Ohio. Wannabe teacher - anthropologist at heart. Engaged. Some food issues. Let's see where this goes.
Sites to See
- Adventures in Wanting
- Bearing, Eating, Being
- Between Living and Existing
- Blogoxygen
- Building Beauty Beyond Body
- Center for College Affordability and Productivity
- Eating with your Anorexic
- ED Bites
- ED Deception
- Every Woman has an Eating Disorder
- I Hate to Weight
- Just Eat It!
- Marine Snow
- Shapely Prose
- Size Ate
- Sunday Confessional
- The F-Word
3 comments:
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
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.
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.
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