what did i learn today?

The Dallas Independent School District is in dire need of teachers. Any teachers. All teachers. Do you have a pulse? We want you to teach.

If you haven’t gleaned by now, I’m one of the guys that wag my finger at the suburbanites. They drive minivans! Or worse! Hummers! Their kids are on coke! Their football players are rapists! They’re eating up precious land with their shitty houses! They’re diverting resources away from the needy! They’re short-sighted! They’re giving their children hair extensions and boob-jobs!

Yet, as soon as I saw the amount of positions needing to be filled, I started looking at the job boards of the suburban cities. It was barely a conscious decision. It went thusly.

  1. I looked at the huge list of positions available, including a position to teach English AP, the position I most want to hold.
  2. I said, “Whoa.”
  3. I started looking elsewhere.

You’re saying, “But Alex. Wouldn’t a lot of positions available make the DISD a desirable place to work?” Yes, in theory. Being a curmudgeon, many job openings mean fewer interviews in which I lie about liking people.

However, add in the “If it sounds too good to be true, it usually is” factor, the mark of a true curmudgeon. And then add in a latent, ne’er-to-be-admitted racism - the kind of reverse-backwards-flipped-and-griddled ironic racism of well-meaning but caustic white liberals - the kind of racism that makes one think about locking the car doors when driving through a rough part of town, not do it, then do it, then undo it, then turn to the spouse and say with an irony turned back on itself so many times that one can’t decide if one’s being purposefully ironic or accidentally sincere, “Look at all the people different from us. They make me nervous.” - add all that in, and then you’ll understand where step 3 (above) came from.

Now you’re asking, “At what point did you start looking for a teaching job?” I’m looking - in theory. I’ve created a construct of me as an English teacher, Mr. Sloan, my 12th grade English teacher, to be exact. And I’m trying to find my job. It doesn’t matter to me that I have no teacher’s training or college-level English education. I thought it would be best, more prudent, to find the job I want and then educate myself to that level. I’m assuming that they’ll keep the jobs open for me if I ask real nice.

But back to my self-flagellation. I’m shitty. I’m scared. I’m a scared, white liberal who knows exactly where his next meal is coming from. At the expense of children who are in need of a good teacher.*

*In my construct, I’m John Keating. John Keating teaching a multicultural soup. I’m teaching to the waiting room for a casting call for an 80s Benetton ad.** And they’re calling me “Captain, My Captain,” each in a different language.

**For some reason I imagine my multicultural students with shaved heads, wearing Buddhist robes.