by | Sep 22, 2005 4:16 pm | Comments (6)
Tips at the restaurant have been on the skimpy side. And the ex-ex- boyfriend is getting married. All of which gives the Independent’s schoolteacher- by-day, waitress- by-night diarist reason to ponder the meaning of “Thank You.”
by | Sep 15, 2005 7:53 pm | Comments (3)
What do you do when strange beeps go off in the classroom? The latest adventures of the Independent’s teacher-by-day, waitress-by-night diarist.
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by | Sep 12, 2005 12:26 pm | Comments (0)
September 12, 2005
Today was a Monday, in every sense of the word. I think it began with a spastic and less-than productive Sunday evening, spent watching the television and waiting for my partner-in-crime to come over. While I’d rather forget about today and just move on, I can’t. The most amazing thing happened in school.
by | Sep 12, 2005 9:05 am | Comments (1)
Saturday, Sept. 10
I didn’t believe my manager at the restaurant when he said it was my job to scrape the gum off from beneath the tables. “Gum?” I said? “Under the tables in an upscale restaurant?”
But 20 minutes later, I found myself on my knees wielding a knife in my glove-covered hand, crouched beneath the tables, scraping gum from the undersurfaces of 25 tables.
This is not something I would lie or even exaggerate about: I scraped 40 pieces of gum into a paper bag.
by | Sep 9, 2005 8:25 am | Comments (1)
Sept. 9, 2005
I feel different this year. Now that school’s in session, I’m able to compare these first few days to last year’s first few days. I am a different person.
by | Sep 7, 2005 7:55 am | Comments (1)
Sept. 7, 2005
A 9th grade girl asked me last Friday in front of the whole class, “Miss, I want to know how come you wanted to be a teacher and work with bad kids?”
The class went quiet for a second. I was speechless. I wanted to ask her why she thought this group of kids was “bad.” I wanted to know if she thought of herself as “bad,” what the word “bad” meant to her.