Here I am.

Wheeler has been after me for several weeks to get my first post written and published. So, I thought I’d start with a little background information.

I was a teacher before I had my babies. I only taught for a year before they came along, but in that time I managed to teach in the two most opposite situations there could possibly be. First, I was at Parker High School, an inner-city school that had little money and fewer resources. Just to give you an idea of our “resources” (or lack thereof), we had to bring our own toilet paper and make our own copies outside the school (paid for with our own money). My classes had between 30 and 35 kids, but I only had about 25 desks. In spite of all that, I loved teaching there. Once I got past the typical teen attitudes, the kids and I got along great. I felt like my classroom was a semi-sanctuary within the otherwise ugly, dirty, sometimes scary world that was these kids’ lives. I felt really terrible for leaving, and I would have stayed if it weren’t for the principal. He was absolutely terrible. I shouldn’t say that. He was never there, so he might have been a genius. However no teacher will ever know if that’s true because they’re too busy doing their job plus all the administrative tasks that don’t get done in the office. Anyway, I’m not writing to complain about Parker. I just want to set up the difference between there and my next job. Oh, my favorite part about being at Parker was that I was known as “that white lady.” (That’s much better than what Wheeler wanted me to be known as on this blog – “Big Momma”.)

From Parker, I moved to Hoover High School, a fairly wealthy suburb south of Birmingham. If you’ve ever seen MTV’s Two-A-Days, that’s the school. Not to mention that my classes were vastly different (I was going from teaching 9th grade world history to 12th grade AP Economics), but the facility was amazing. My classroom was huge. Not only did we have a teacher’s lounge, but that lounge was actually a nice place to relax and eat lunch. There were private “phone rooms” where teachers could make confidential parent calls. We had a full-time person whose only job was to make copies for all the teachers. The principal was fantastic. In a school with over 200 teachers, she made it a point to remember my name and even invite me to have lunch with her on more than one occasion. So, as you can see, this was a little different than my first job.

Now, I’m still a teacher but only part-time. I work for the Caddo Parish School Board as a Homebound teacher. In this job, I go into students’ homes and teach them assignments that they’re missing because of illness or some other reason. It’s a great way to stay in tune with the world of education while not sacrificing time with my babies. While I love being a teacher, I love being a mom more.

Anyway, I tell you all this, not because I think I’m that important, fascinating, or otherwise worthy of having people read about me. These experiences shape a lot of the way I see the world; hence they will be an important part of many of my future posts. Until then….

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3 Comments on “Here I am.”

  1. Dan Says:

    The “bad” school seems like it was really fun. If teaching paid better, that’s what I would love to do. I might semi-retire early or something and get a cert.

  2. Hot Momma Says:

    It was a lot of fun. A lot less oversight which meant I had a lot more freedom in the classroom. The kids really where great too. I miss them still. And, I understand what you mean…teaching doesn’t pay that well, but when you look at all the time you get off and the shorter workdays – it’s not a bad deal.

  3. Step Sister Says:

    when is the next post? I’m waiting…

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