the road of life

Life is a journey, not a destination. I've been traveling with purpose these past few years more so than ever. Too bad for me my life's highway is paved with broken dreams and shit. My broken dreams and everyone else's shit no less.

It is almost impossible to secure a teaching position this Fall despite my hard work. If I had graduated in May...who knows. If I get a job, it will be at the last minute when schools are like "OH SHIT! HIRE A WARM BODY BEFORE THE STUDENTS GET HERE!". It will be a horrible school and I'll not enjoy it at all. How am I so sure? Good teachers get hired at good schools. They don't go to schools that are horrible because they can choose to go to schools where they can get the biggest bonus check for all the little angels passing. The politics of public education usually stomps the idealism out of teachers by their second or third year. By the fourth or fifth year it's usually too late to do anything else. I had no idealism to start with, I just like the job for what it is.

July 25 will come. I will graduate. I kind of hoped it would be better on the other side of an education.