Today begins the first day of school in many parts of Texas (and elsewhere for that matter) and I am waiting patiently by my phone, cleaning house, making sure all my ducks are lined up.
I need to make chicken salad for my sandwiches, my coffee needs to be ready any time before leaving, and I need my briefcase fixed with nothing pornographic or obscene. Not that I would ever subject my students to something lurid or vulgar, but I mean no comic books with any type of violence, sensuality, or obscene words.
Even though they see them, and (in some cases) are worse than I am they don't need to see me like that. I'm there to educate, not fuck them.
Please don't ever think otherwise everyone.
I may be evil but even I draw certain lines.
Should I be lucky enough I'll be teaching middle or high school, working until I am free of Texas and my constraints socially and emotionally here. There's a lot of people that always seem to know me or watch me, and I feel as if I've been under the gun forever.
Be a success. Procreate. Pay bills. Get a house.
Why can't it be as a writer?
That's what I chase, and will chase until the end of days.
I have to have hope.
I have to have dreams. Or my teachers taught me nothing.
And that can't be my lot in life.
Too many people hope my dreams will come true.
I want the same for my students - that's why success is so very important.
Gotta keep trying.
Gotta keep moving.
Gotta at least have ONE dream come true.
Blessings,
Julian
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