Colorless Green Ideas Unintentionally Amusing In Person
Thursday, January 22, 2004
I’ve been pretty solid on the decision to go back to school and become a high school teacher for over a week. I realize that being pretty sure for a week sounds awfully lame, but I have to work with what I’ve got. I asked my brother-in-law, who’s 17, what he thought, and he said “I can see that. You’d be pretty good” which, coming from a boy who has also said (referring to me, but not, thankfully, in my presence) “You need to love people for who they are, but, sometimes, that woman is a b#tch”, is tantamount to a ringing endorsement.
Several of our friends, and all of my co-workers, have also been surprisingly enthusiastic. The only semi-negative comment so far is from a friend who said that I’d be great for those 5 kids who cared, and a real pain in the @ss for all the rest. But then, those 5 kids who care are the 5 kids I’d really be there for. I’ve been lucky throughout my educational travails, and had a number of excellent teachers. A good teacher can take a student in a new direction—can make Shakespeare and The Iliad accessible to a student who might otherwise consider those things too highbrow or too snooty. A dramaturg is in much more of a preaching-to-the-choir position—and besides, there’s no law that says a high school teacher can’t research and publish articles too, or even pick up work as a part-time dramaturg in the summer.
I feel pretty good about this decision—it will allow us to stay in Portland, it will allow me to be reliably-employable in a field I enjoy, it will allow us to make a decision on having children when I’m around 33 instead of 34-35. All in all, I’d say this is a good direction to go.