Got an e-mail from O-Ring this morning, and he’s sort of encouraging me with respect to my abilities and contributions as a teacher. He notes how much is at stake, and tells me that “we cannot afford to become exhausted now.”
To which I replied:
It’s not exhaustion. It’s disgust. I mean, I don’t have anything new to add here, I don’t guess, but the combination of entitled punks who will not be challenged and an administration (really, a much broader culture of administration driving an neo-Fordist anti-teaching agenda under the guise of accreditation and “accountability”) was more than I had any interest in tackling.
You remember how I was when we met? I not only wasn’t backing down from windmills, I’d go looking for them. I was going to take on the world and bend it to my will. Well, I’m not much like that anymore – at least, I’m not as generally like that. I’m sure I’m more than up for the fight that matters to me. But it has to matter, and there are some criteria that have to be met. Will I go to war to help somebody? Yes. If they’re willing to do their part. Will I shred my insides to save somebody from themselves when the biggest obstacle is their own stupidity? Ummm, not so much. I’m like the psychologist with that lightbulb – it only takes one of me to change it, but it has to be willing to change.
In the absence of a worthy cause, I have other things to worry about. I have a family to support and a job that needs finding, and I’m damned if some sneering little 18 year-old rich kid who’s been helicoptered and pampered into oblivion by equally self-absorbed parents is a millionth of a percent as important as the wellbeing of my wife. For that matter, if that kid and my dog are in a burning building, he doesn’t even want to know which one I’m running in to save first.
Good morning, and welcome to my bad attitude…..