unsubscribe

this membership no longer serves me

as a customer, you do not deserve me.

every year the subscription increases

deliveries turn up in pieces.

infrequent, sub par, all smoke and no fire

delinquent, bizarre, an insurmountable pyre.

not giving all it was supposed to have gave

newsletter says, the customer is to blame.

demand is too high,

expectations unrealistic,

“look around, are you blind?

we’re the best in business!

you signed the dotted line,

can’t kick us to the curb!”

well I pay too much damn money

to be underserved.

as a loyal customer I know you can find another,

I was your first, I know what they’ll discover.

but I promise I won’t give the disclaimer away,

they’ll never believe me, the campaigns underway.

so quietly i click, no response or reply

i humbly confirm, and click unsubscribe.

Busting Through Bricks Like the Kool Aid Man

Today marks the last month of student teaching and let me just say that graduate school are not for mother’s with a husband and children.  Matter of fact, school is for kids, not real adults.

aqui estoy the kid who would be king GIF by 20th Century Fox

Anyways, check out that title!  I seriously considered walking out the class today.  Pretty sure my kids gave me a legit headache and actually made my head spin so quick that I had to ask my CT for some on site pain reliever.

My Professor posted a discussion question entitled, Your journey & a jump out the window story.  He describes a teacher actually jumping out of a second story window, dangling on the ledge, running to his car, burning rubber never to be seen or heard of again.  I don’t blame the guy.

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You just might see me busting through my oblong windowless classroom like the Kool-Aid man.

scream

inside of me is a bellow.

a shriek that pierces the heavens,

yet echos against the bars of this prison im in.

me sick of you and the filth of me.

so loud, filled with pain and fear.

just cuz im grown that dont mean i cant hear,

that bellow inside of you spilling tears.

heartache filling up like rivers in the cracks of you

of me

inside of me too.

i scream.

a marketable history teacher

I am all in my feelings right now, so this post is super emo. Honestly, I just want to teach high school history. Is that so wrong? But when I google, “How to be a marketable history teacher,” all I get is that the path I am on puts me on a long list of applicants with minimal positions available.

People are advocating, “We need good teachers!” But where the jobs at?

When I look for openings in the many districts, I am interested in there is maybe one position open. It is all about the Math and Sciences, Special Education and ESL endorsements. Instead of the History AEPA (Arizona Educator Proficiency Assessment) exam, I should be taking the Social Science Exam. Instead of getting my masters in Secondary Education, I should have pursued an English degree. Seriously, who wants to hire a teacher with zero years experience and a Masters degree?stress

Is anybody out there?

I am so discouraged.

Have I done all this for nothing?

Should I quit?

p.s. A friend just sent this to me and I’m in tears.

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