Thursday, July 27, 2006
A new adventure
Every year is an adventure when you're a high school teacher. This will be year number five, and I feel like I'm just getting started. Every year is so different - so exhilarating and exciting - that I sometimes feel bad for almost everyone I know - because they hate their jobs. I love mine...
My new students come into my classroom on that first day as tentative, unsure-of-what-this-class-will-bring teenagers. Most of them have vastly different backgrounds than I do. I was a lucky kid - two incredible parents, a solid household (I had the same phone number ever since I was born), never went hungry or didn't have presents under the tree at Christmas.
It's a different story for many of the students in my classes. I've had students who have never known their parents - only the cold-hearted, unfair foster care system. I've had students who can't do anything before or after school because they are literally taking care of their brothers and sisters at home - cooking, cleaning, working. I've had students crying in my office, breaking down in front of me, because their mother just doesn't care - about anything except drugs.
Yet I'll never stop being inspired by them. For every student who chooses to do drugs, drop out, choose violence - there are others who take much more difficult paths - ones where they make a better life for themselves. Every year there are students who will be the first to graduate from high school in their family. The first to go to college, and imagine a better life for themselves.
I can't imagine what their lives are like once they are outside the safe confines of my classroom - but I do know that they sometimes make choices I could never imagine facing. It's my job to be there - to teach them, to challenge them, to make them better people in a democratic society. Mostly, though, it's my job to help them find their way.
They've helped me find mine.
Saturday, July 22, 2006
Monday, July 17, 2006
History
There is history here in Nebraska, and I've photographed some of it across the state - old barns, abandoned houses, ways of living in the past. Yet we don't hold a candle to New Jersey. Now - there, they have history. American history, at least. While we wanted to get into the big city of New York, we settled for the countryside of New Jersey, and we found some amazing things. Pictured here is an old revolutionary-era ironworks site.
Friday, July 07, 2006
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
Eyes
There is something special in the eyes of a lab. Maybe it's because my lab, Alabama, was the sweetest, most loving animal I've ever known. This lab, Sophia, has those same eyes, and it brings me back a few years, remembering just how much I miss, not Alabama's eyes, but the way she looked at me with them.
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