Mr. Fairway ordered pizza. He popped the top off a beer & dialed up the NFC playoff game. I cracked open my bag & pulled out 58 Great Gatsby analysis essays.
Blame me for being a halfway decent teacher. Some of my English Department colleagues float through the year on worksheets & movies. Heck, some of them assign papers & never grade them.
True story: One year Our Humble High School hired a dynamic young English teacher. He was intelligent, charming, funny. When he left at the end of the year, he left 5 filing cabinet drawers full of ungraded student papers behind.
I prefer to go Old School on my cherubs. I assign a lot of written work. In the space of a week, the kiddos in my English classes might have a research essay, a timed essay in class & a set of journal entries.
Which means, if I want to teach them anything, that I have to grade. The assignments don't mean anything if the students don't get feedback.
I'm paid for a 7.5-hour day, 5 days a week. But between my Yearbook, Newspaper & English classroom duties, I do a lot of labor "off the clock," as they say. I put in 60+ hours some weeks.
Not that I don't enjoy my work. The thing is, though, I don't get paid for all that I do.
So, consider this a want ad, of sorts.
ISO A SUGAR DADDY (OR MAMA), TO SUPPORT A BUDDING BLOGGER. EXCELLENT WRITING SKILLS, TOP-NOTCH SENSE OF HUMOR, REALISTIC OUTLOOK ON LIFE. CAN & WILL WRITE ANY KIND OF CONTENT, AS LONG AS IT'S CLEAN. WILL EVEN TWEAK TWITTER, IF THE JOB REQUIREMENTS NECESSITATE. LOOKING TO MAKE CAREER CHANGE ANYTIME YOU'RE READY.
I love my cherubs, I really do. I even love my job. But I know there's a spot out there somewhere for me in the Blogosphere. I'm not looking to take The Pioneer Woman's place. Everybody knows how I feel about her, anyway. I'm just looking for a chance to strut my stuff; to scribble for a sheckle or 2; to get out from under the mound of papers that's stifling my creative spirit.
Not asking for much, y'all. Just give me a chance. You won't regret it. I promise.