I live in a 9-bedroom farmhouse. I have my own crossbow range. It’s the perfect situation for me, although two bathrooms would have been nice. We just have the one…and it’s under the porch.

So I went to look at houses today. Oh boy. Yeah, see, I don’t think that I want to get a house that has had the appliances literally ripped out of the kitchen. I mean ripped out: lights, fridge, stove, dishwasher. Everything but the kitchen sink. There is a joke in there somewhere, but I am not drunk enough to figure out what it is.
Randy Newmann once sang that short people have no reason to live. In similar vein, I do think that short sales have no reason to be on the list of houses I look at. Why is it called a short sale? It takes twice as long and can end up with you losing the house anyway. It’s like calling a huge stretch of ice and rock, I don’t know, Greenland, or like saying that you had to deal with Russia because you share a strait. Both things misrepresent reality to tease you into false hopes. If I wanted that, I would root for the Dolphins this season. And that would be simply silly.
I did see some nice houses near our price point, more or less. 3 or 4 bedrooms, 2 and half baths, extra room for my office or M.’s play area. I look forward to exploring the area and the neighborhoods in the next few weeks. Ultimately, I would love to have a place in process by the end of next month. I love the folks I am staying with, but I need my heart and soul here with me. Skype is great, but it just isn’t the same. And sometimes you dial the wrong number and see things you shouldn’t, and that is just wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong.


Do I want to be feared or loved? That’s a good question. I want both. I want people to be afraid of how much they love me!

So it’s Friday! Anyone else happy as all heck? I know I am. Hoping to go out and look at some houses this weekend, though I am waiting to hear back from the agent. I am missing the most important parts of me.

The Two Most Important Things in My Life

If you see them, please make sure they get up to me soon.

We went to a meeting/rally today with the superintendent. This is the Superintendent. He seems willing to listen, and is quite enthusiastic about his work and engaging with the teachers. We shall see. I have hopes that he will do well. But we shall see.

One thing that surprised me was the grade scale in the county. It is, to say the least, hard core.
A = 94-100
B = 85-93
C = 77-84
D = 70-76
BELOW 70 is F

What do you think?

Have a great weekend. Talk to you later! πŸ™‚

After Altamira, All is Decadence

So, hi, yeah, I’m back. Idiot me left my computer in my trailer and so was a bit deprived recently. But I am here now, so, hey, yay for me. It has been quite the week so far. I got my trailer mostly decorated. Of course, no social studies classroom would be complete without representations of truth, justice, and sacrifice, as seen below:

The Truth, The Justice, and the American Way

Now, I also made sure to put up the most important symbols of liberty, freedom, and justice. Symbols that mean so much to us as Americans and as lovers of right and good.

Symbols of the Greatness of This Country

I have a mentor who put a century of newspapers hanging from his ceiling. It was incredible; you could literally see history hanging from the rafters. I can never be the teacher that he is, but to this day, I make sure to show students that primary sources never die, that news never gets old, and that always, always, always we will learn from those who came before of only we read and study who they were in there own words.

News of the World…without the Murdoch influence

Creating my classroom made me feel like I was becoming part of the school and of the community. I really do like my trailer. It is big, it is bright, and best of all, it has no asbestos problem. And no one is asking to take it from me, or likely to steal it from me. πŸ˜‰

Listen why don’t we just leave that position vacant? Truth be told, I think I thrive under a lack of accountability.

I met the whole faculty today. Sort of. It is huge. It took me 6 months to learn the staff at WHS. This place has, I think, close to 80 faculty of various stripes. So, yeah, pictures. Pictures and name tags, Except half of them don’t wear their ID, so I will smile and nod and pretend I speak their language.

The 8th grade team, obviously, is a whole lot smaller, and most of us are in trailers. And they seem great. Of course, no faculty meeting would be complete without a ‘discussion,’ and we spent some time ‘discussing’ how to address the need to allow make-up work and test retakes. But every school has that sort of discussion, no? Remember 50? Same discussion here. I can go with what they want, but boy, it was awesome to see that the other two social studies teachers in the 8th grade were on my wavelength. I really really like my department, so far (though damn if I still really miss my old folks; you never forget the first, hmm?). The guy I spent most of the time talking to said he is often known as the resident ahole, hardcore and rigorous and demanding, but that he is actually a softie. I like him already. πŸ™‚ And, of course, one of the school’s math teachers is as die hard a Sox fan as I am! From Brockton, I think! Awesome.

We meet the Superintendent on Friday. He is a graduate and disciple of the Broad Foundation. He seems an interesting choice; I look forward to hearing what he has to say.

I hope all of you who are educators are having a great start to the year in this pre-planning week, or with your first couple weeks of students.

I go to school the youth to learn the future

So, today was orientation day in my new county here in North Carolina. I am really excited about my new job here. Teaching middle school will be a new challenge, but one I expect to embrace with gusto. Now, I currently know as much about North Carolina history as the Bachmanns know about the ghey, but I know that I can dominate! Plus, hey, if I lie to them, how would they know? Nah, that would be wrong. πŸ™‚

It is weird, I have to admit, being a ‘new teacher’ again. Oh tenure, how I miss thee. The state screwed up my cert too, failing to recognize my nine years of experience (gave me 7) AND gave me only a BA. That is 7 grand, and that is going to change.

You know, though, I will never be at a place that is as good as the place I just left. I loved the kids there, I LOVED the faculty, I appreciate everything I learned and everyone I worked with.Good luck in the new year; I hope that we will always keep in touch.

Hey, look, I do have a heart. Go figure.

Tomorrow is my first day in the new school. I cannot wait.

A Brave New World, With Such People In It

So, here I am, newly arrived in Raleigh, North Carolina. I am glad that I had GPS, because otherwise I would have wound up in Raleigh, Florida, and really, where is the adventure in that? Actually, the only reason I had GPS is because my darling gorgeous wife didn’t trust me to get here in one piece. You get lost ONE time…TWO times…TH..oh, okay, I guess I needed it. GPS rocks.

I have to say, Raleigh is a nice place. Decent weather, the people seem nice, the accents do not seem too bad, and with luck there will be few Yankee fans or people from Delaware, which is of course the greatest state, but really small. Plus, there seems to be a decent Gator crowd here; they even have Gator plates! My friend C., who so kindly put me up until I find a house, has one, and the wife and I so will do the same. Gator Nation, like Red Sox Nation, is everywhere. Oh, maybe they have a Red Sox plate too..Hmmmm…

I do miss my family tremendously. I miss my darling S.’s bright smile and her kisses. I miss my little M.’s giggles and grins. I cannot wait until they can join me here, and we have a house.

So, okay, all of that is out of the way, what is the blog about? Well, hey, it’s my freaking blog, so it is about whatever I bloody well please! πŸ™‚ That being said, this will be a place to discuss education, life in North Carolina for a Yankee expatriate (and halfback, which seems to be the term for my sort: ‘half way back to New England from Florida’), some politics, Red Sox baseball, Patriot and Gator football, comics, and pickles. My daughter really like pickles.

Thanks for reading, and I hope you stay.