“Just how does one become a professional blockhead?”-Fox Mulder
I find it strangely synchronotic (I think I just made that word up.) that as I am writing this particular bit I should hear that snippet of dialogue. You see, and how could you not, but if you don’t, I’ll tell you. There are strange doing afoot. I am officially on Spring Break and my head is fraught with worry.
I am worried about finances. Quite simply, I am not making enough money to cover expenses, and this time it is not entirely the fault of the vicious whomping my savings took last year when I worked for a school that had a shaky understanding of how the business world works.
I, and my fellow teachers, are quite frankly grotesquely underpaid and there is not a thing we can do about it. Exacerbating this situation is the fact that my mortgage has gone up to the equivalent of exactly one half of my paycheck. (Why yes, this is the same house that had sparks shooting out of the floor this time last year and had similar sparks shooting out of the ceiling two years ago. For some insane reason, the property has been appraised at about $20,000 more than it was last year.)
Clearly it is time to get out of the house. Like my fellow teachers there is not much I can do for the immediate fix, with the exception of getting a second job or selling plasma. I already work approximately 10 hours a day, and if I sell plasma The Mom will reach into my chest and pull out my still beating heart. Plus the plasma alone won’t cover the already stretched bare spots in the budget.
I know the problem: teachers are simply not paid enough. It is the second most senseless thing in Education, the first being that we, as a country, can not find away to keep our children safe in our schools and BTW, have you noticed that in wake of the far too many school tragedies you haven’t heard a single story of a TEACHER fleeing the scene. No, teachers understand that their first responsibility is to their students, which is why we put up with the low pay and terrible hours.
In a mostly related note, I just finished reading the book,A matter of days by Amber Kizer. I generally stay away from the “This is how the world ends” genre, mainly because I think Stephen King did it best with The Stand.
This book was a great read, kind of a The Stand, light. It pushed forward the idea that when it does end it will be as sly and fast as an OkCupid date. You won’t see the horror coming until you are trying to get away from it. (If you reuse this phrase, please direct people to my books on Kindle which are still free through the 13th! )
Now why, you may ask, did I leap to this book review and shameless plug?
Because I have genuine anxiety about the daily circus that is our current administration. If any of my students ran off at the mouth like that (Just go to CNN.com and check out the latest) they would miss recess for the next few weeks, possibly the rest of the school year.
And now the President plans to meet with Kim Jong-un. I think the problem of underpaid teachers might just go away, along with the rest of us.
Because I see the horror coming.
And I’m just an amateur blockhead