01 November 2006

Bowie, soundtrack of my life

My best friend from high school e-mailed me today. She references our rebellious younger selves.

So my question is this: where do the rabble rousers go when they grow up?

I mean, what are we supposed to do with ourselves?

Keisha's gone into law and started her own firm, which is a bull's eye way of making sure that she gets along with her boss. And I thought teaching would be a bastion of creativity to balance out my writing.

But so far, it's just bells ringing, students lining up and marching to orders in a language I don't understand, and administrators obsessed with my grading policies rather than my pedagogy.

Help! My face is a mess and I've torn my dress!

betholindo at 16:24

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