Wednesday, September 19, 2012

It's a weird time to be a teacher in Ontario.

It's been a while, but the provincial government feels it's time to pick on teachers again. (Ah, reminds me of the late-'90s and early '00s; they were simpler times, weren't they?). This means people are talking about how much they hate us, or how much they love us.

Now, I'm not going to go on and on, telling you about how hard my job is. If you've been reading this blog for a while, I think you've been able to see that it's a gig that has its challenges — but, of course, it's not the only job that has challenges. I never make teachers out to be holier-than-thou; I mean, over lunch today a bunch of us had a conversation which was inspired by an inane reality show called Here Comes Honey Boo Boo which veered into the profane and vulgar easily within three minutes. We're not saints, but we work fucking hard.

You've heard a group of people talk about teachers working 9-to-3, and you've heard another group (mostly teachers, probably) talk about all the extra hours they put in. Let me tell you what my day was like today, because it's a fairly typical one. And yes, I'm being completely honest here; no sugar-coating or embellishments. You have my word. All the lurid details (the ones I remember, anyway) are after the jump.

Monday, September 17, 2012

A short letter to the defence of the Detroit Tigers.

Toronto, Ontario
September 17, 2012

Dear Detroit Tigers defence,

Catch the fucking ball.

Sincerely,

JTL

Thursday, September 06, 2012

A collection of things that shall be said.

The bottom of my right foot hurts intermittently.

My students this year seem quite alright. Then again, we're in that honeymoon period where they'll do what I tell them, unquestioningly, no matter who they are. That usually lasts about to the end of the second week. But I have a good feeling about most of these kids.

I don't like to be used as a pawn for the Ontario Liberal party. I hope they don't win both by-elections today, thus getting a de facto majority (the Speaker votes with the government).

I think I'm going to start working out. I inadvertently entered a friendly competition amongst a few friends, most of whom already work out, and... well, we'll see how that goes.

Why is it still so damn hot?

I haven't played baseball since July. Watched a hell of a lot of games, but haven't thrown a ball in almost six weeks.

I doubt I've worn a wristwatch more than 20 times in the past dozen years.

I lost a few important little pieces of paper at work today, and I have no clue where they are, and it's driving me crazy.

I don't like losing things.

I "upgraded" my desktop computer's Ubuntu to the latest version, and I hate it with a passion. It took a couple of hours to upgrade, and it'll probably take me a week to reinstall the old version (but not wipe out all my data files; don't worry, mom, I'll back up everything important).

"Mixed Emotions" is probably the best song the Rolling Stones have recorded in the past thirty years.

I might go to bed Friday night and sleep straight through until Monday morning. It could very well happen. 'Tis the season.