thoughts on being a mama, transitioning from urban school teacher to community college professor, processing life and death, how to be a good friend and wife, the conundrum of race, and this crazy lovable city i live in.
Monday, May 19, 2008
i heart america
you know, oprah kills me. i have had many a heated discussion about oprah--in doctorate level education classes, in teachers' lounges, with friends--everyone debating if oprah's acts are beneficial or superficial.
regardless of the oprah effect, people go bonkers over her, especially when she gives away free shit. for oprah to give away all this crap is the equivalent of me giving a street musician a dollar, but lord have mercy, her studio audience goes buck wild.
what could oprah do that would make me lose my shizz on national television and act a fool? hmmmmm.......
oprah, you could: 1. buy me a brownstone in brooklyn and let me renovate it with an endless budget 2. pay off our college loans and the loans of everyone who takes them out study education (because we'll never make enough to pay them off ourselves!) 3. fund my school, but let ME make all the spending decisions 4. buy out all SUV makers so that those asinine cars get abolished 5. totally fund a non-profit i'd love to start that sends inner-city high school students on international travel/work trips
oprah, i promise if you did the above (probably even ONE of the above), i'd cry, pee my pants, scream, and wriggle down the aisle to you like a snake to kiss your wrinkle-less face! i swear!
This is my personal blog to process my life and all that comes with it. I have a professional blog (one about teaching) at www.readwriteteach.org. If you're a teacher, please check it out, pass it along, and give me some good, critical feedback. xo.
now a community college professor, teaching English (reading and writing). trying to get some stuff published. brainstorming my next research project. dreaming of owning a piece of Brooklyn to live in. mommy to an artsy and emotional five year old daughter who can walk as far as me (re: miles!)and an almost three year old firecracker of a son who eats his weight daily and is the house comedian. wife to superstar architect husband. lover of my subway commute and reading. relishing the few zen moments i get per day.
gross
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