Skool? Sucked. I can’t even begin to say why.
If I complain about my students and one of them reads my blog (ha!), I could get sued.
Wadsworth bumped up editions of J Woods’ Gendered Lives book after I ordered the friggen desk copy. *eyeroll* I don’t even want to begin going into my rant about that book.
I have half the football team in my class. They greet each other by popping their sugarbowl rings (respect knuckles) into each other, like some sort of migrated ass-slapping ritual. So, ten percent of the population is football players and twenty percent is black. As Arsenio said some ten years ago, “hmmmmmm.” Well, this brings up a whole thicket of issues that I must deal with and I wonder how many of them will surface, I wonder how many of them I will force to surface, I wonder how many of them I will have the -energy- to deal with, I wonder how many of them will even -get- it, I wonder … I wonder if god, the universe, and all those other things that are bigger than me and awe-inspiring planned it that way so that this summer would be something new for me to learn because I was bitching about being bored with the class and with having reached a stale point. Yes. I believe that is what’s happened.
I found this in Feminist Pedagogy while surfing for stuff on teaching to college athletes. Using A Feminist Pedagogy As A Male Teacher
