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