Hence the stomach ache.
Apparently these are just the first of many such letters we will be required to solicit.
Hence the chest pains.
Teaching is not about the students. It's not even about "standards" and "no child left behind." It's about "playing the game," schmoozing the right way with the right people, socializing, and being chummy.
I know more about banana slugs than I know about getting along with the kind of people I am going to have to get along with.
(I ended the preceding sentence with a preposition. Poor form, I know, but it does remind me of a joke. I think, however, I'll save the joke for later. Right now I'm too busy wallowing in self-pity.)
Goodnight.
