Fancy Training Days, ’14.
I’m writing the text of this post on the night before the first day of Pledge LA sponsored “Back to School” trainings. They do this annually, to a greater or lesser effect. As I write it, I have an oddly severe migraine, which came on suddenly. Go figure…the truth is, I really don’t wish to go back to school at all. The nagging stress, carried entirely in my neck and shoulders, has added into quite a large amount of discomfort.
The art…actually drawn last week, shows it well. In the “by the numbers” Tim Bradstreet method, we have our hero looking haggard, in an ill fitting t-shirt and giant leather coat. Fact…it is harder to draw things that fit poorly, than things that fit well. She also seems to be grimacing, which was less my intent. She was not supposed to look happy, but ultimately came across as more severe than intended. Her posture reflects my thoughts…hands up, in a “no trouble here” gesture, despite having guns in them.
In the words of Snoop Dogg, “Don’t start none, won’t be none. That’s my philosophy right now. I don’t want to have to go after the Darths, or Pledge LA…I don’t want to have to load up for a fight. I certainly won’t be shy if one is brought to my door, though.
Tomorrow’s training is by a lecturer that I found engaging when I heard her at the end of the summer. That should be all right…but I certainly dread having to sit through all the false “Welcome back,” mouth noises from people. Considering the sheer number of adults that I supported and represented, and the large volume of betrayal I’ve seen from them….I have no stomach for the social interactions.
Considering how quickly order and success flowed away from our school, I’m also feeling in the mind of this panel:
One week until we go live with students. One short week. As I unde3rstand it, the school is far from ready…but ultimately, that’s not my problem. I only need to teach English, and keep peace in my area.
Until my team and I move on.
Next Issue: Safe and Civil…!