searched

I had a little excitement this morning. I was sitting in the teacher's lounge, minding my own business, and one of the assistant principals came in and asked me to help him out with something.

I went to his office and saw this kid, just sitting there with that look on his face. (You know, the look that says, "... they know!")

When I got in there the principal tells me that he needs a witness to be present because he needs to do a drug search. "No problem." I say, and then we proceed.

I guess that the principal had received a tip from one of the other students that he might be carrying some today in order to sell. The principal told me later that Friday is selling day. I guess that all of the buyers are looking for some on Friday, to highlight their weekend.

It wasn't as exciting as it could have been though. There were no illegal substances found. Only an extra large bottle of Tums. (I suppose maybe he gets searched often, and this causes some nervousness?)

It got me thinking though, what would happen if we were randomly searched? I am not talking about having our belongings searched, but having our hearts searched. What if God showed up one day at your door and said, "I need you to empty out the contents of your heart." Then there you were with all of that junk that you had been storing away in your heart, laid bare, out in the open. Maybe he would have you lay it out on the kitchen table. What would He find? Would He be pleased? Would there be any "illegal substances" there?

Maybe you are ready for it. Maybe you echo the Psalmist, Search me O God... Know my heart. Try me. Prove me.

Maybe today you will be searched. You never know.

contractable

Every day on my way to the school I pray. I ask for wisdom and discernment. I plead for patience. I ask God to help me to be motivated while I am there and to be happy and content with this job. But I always preface this prayer by saying, "Lord, if there is any way that you could relieve me of this... I would take it. But you haven't. So I ask for wisdom and etc., etc."

So, today my wife gets a call from this guy in my church and he tells her that he is "looking for a truck driver," and "...would Matt be interested?"

Of course I would! Get to be a truck driver and make some good money. Get to come home at night and not have to think about what I have to talk about tomorrow. Get to move some boxes around and not have to worry about them talking back to me. Of course, of course, of course I would... If only he would have called yesterday!

You see, last night I signed my contract. Less than 24 hours before this call I signed my life away. Can you believe it?!? The job that I have been looking for these last few months finally comes my way, but just a little too late.

I am thinking that this is some kind of cruel joke. Even though this isn't the first time something like this has happened to me. Once, when I was first trying to decide whether or not I should go back to college, I was torn betwen that and starting in an electrician's apprenticeship. The day after the deadline which I had set to choose the college route I received a letter of acceptance to be an electrician. Now the same thing is happening. I just can't believe that I get the call the day after the contract signing.

But then my wife says to me, "hmm. It seems kind of reassuring to me. It is almost like God is saying, 'I could have given you a way out. At any time I could have done this, but I didn't.'" I guess that is a little reassuring, but I am still tempted to try to get out of my contract.

Although I think that you and I both know that I won't.

willing to work

I have had many people ask me if I suffered from culture shock when I entered the public school, and I have to honestly say that I really didn't. At least, I didn't suffer any shock from this environment. Now, I would easily rank this environment as the worst that I have ever worked in, which is saying something considering all of the different jobs that I have had. These students have bypassed the warehouse workers and the truck drivers with their perverse, vulgar and hate-filled comments that I hear on a daily basis.

But I wasn't in the least bit surprised by this. You have to remember that in our generation the big thing was the Simpsons, but these kids are growing up on such horrific shows like South Park. Why would anyone be surprised to hear those same things coming out of these children.

There is one thing that I did find to be surprising though, you see, as long as I have been a teacher, I have seen those who have not been willing to work. That is just something to be expected. In fact, as long as I have been a student or as long as I have been out in the world working, I have been aware of those who were unwilling to work. There are people like that everywhere, but never before have I seen so many of those people all in one place as when I entered the public education domain.

Literally 9 out of 10 of my students have no concern for doing a good job. Their goal is to pass the class, and they absolutely will not do work unless they absolutely have to. And if they can take someone else's work and pass it off as their own, they don't have any holdups to doing that. It isn't even about right and wrong for them, it is purely whether or not they will be caught. To admit that they will cheat when they can doesn't even phase them, because it is the shortest, easiest route to obtaining that goal of passing. The large numbers of students with this attitude, I found to be shocking.

Here is a quote that was printed on one of the notes during a teacher's meeting:

"The world is full of willing people;
some willing to work, the rest willing to let them."
~Robert Frost

It was meant to be funny, but it just seemed sad to me. As I have talked to the other teachers on the hall, they have all said similar things: this is typical. It is most interesting to talk to those teachers who have been at this for more than 15 or 20 years, listening to them talk about how much things have declined just since they have been teaching. I had one teacher tell me that they have covered less every year since they started teaching. It is sad really.

The one thought that has passed through my mind these last few days was, "...we're doomed." I kept saying it as a joke, but the more I thought about it, the more it seemed to fit. But it isn't just America that is doomed by the sad state of our children, it is the world. You see, the world is declining into a state that is more and more resembling the days of Sodom and Gomorrah or the days of Noah before the flood.

day off

In case you didn't know already, I started teaching again. (Maybe you didn't know that I had stopped.)

I am trying the public school thing, not because I am on some kind of a mission, and most assuredly not because I recently re-watched Dangerous Minds or Lean on Me. My motivation to venture into the public school domain is purely financial. I needed a job.

I am sure that this experience will produce many interesting new stories and thoughts that will make their way to this blog, but for now I just wanted to mention my favorite thing about being a teacher. Holidays.

blocked

I want to blog again, I really do, but I can't seem to get a post out. I sit down, I have good material, I start off well, but then... I fizzle out.

I have several posts that I have started and not finished. I have saved all of them, and hopefully I will eventually post them. But I feel so blocked when I sit down to write.

I am hoping that by starting and finishing this very short post, I will get past my writer's block and be able to share some things with all of you.

Some Christmas Pics

Here is a web album of this Christmas.

Christmas 2006

Merry Christmas

I hope that your Christmas Queen is as wonderful as ours.