I’ve been locked up in prison (professionally speaking) for 18-years-now – and it’s time to bust out! That’s why I will attempt to kill two birds with one stone – by using this space to do my pre-write for the Letter of Interest for the gig I want at Pierce College, and, by therapizing myself in-this-here web space.
I can only hope that Anna B (what does that ‘B’ stand for?) no longer reads this blog and won’t attempt to sabotage my attempt at a full-time gig at Pierce Community – after she put the kibosh on my part-time gig at Pierce because she apparently doesn’t think I’m ready for prime time! I’ve probably addressed this dynamic in an earlier article – because I really can’t stand young, punk teachers that have barely lost their student virginity – to come on as seasoned classroom prostitutes: it takes 10 years to become good at something; 20 years to get really good; and probably about 30 years of doing something to master it. That’s why school administrators are always shitty teachers (and most college professors as well).
Two of my darling students at CSUN told me that they checked me out on that “Rate Your Professor.com” thang. They also told me that almost everybody (98%) had great things to say about me (which made me feel pretty durn good!). And I’ve generally fared quite well everywhere I’ve worked (I truly don’t want to make anyone’s life more difficult than it already is) – but I‘ve not always achieved the job that I set out to secure.
More-often-than-not, I’ve lost a job to a nice set of tits (I KNOW I’ve complained about this before [yet I could probably beat out this Kagan chick]) – but I have also got jobs simply by being at-the-right-place at-the-right-time, and, being ready: particularly my part-time gigs at CSUN, and more recently, Pierce CC.
I got my job working with juvenile offenders ONLY by being “ready”! I was asked by Mighty Mouse to go in and give an impromptu lesson (to those Bad Boyz I currently work with) – and I so impressed the little S.O.B. – that he hired me on-the-spot. (I later pissed him off so that he got me laid off – but I worked my way back into the fold. Hell! At one point the director created a great-paying job for me that I probably could still have till this day – but 12-years-ago I was a bit more idealistic and felt that my profession should really DO something for mankind [God! How naïve I was]).
And now I am war-torn and battle-scarred, dreading each morning’s 5:30am wakeup and dragging myself in to expose myself to an archaic educational system; to a punitive “warehouse” mentality; and, to little gang bangers who couldn’t give a flying fuck about how the middle-class White Man would like to see them living their lives.
So I would very much like to get the counseling professorship at Pierce CC – and effectively escape from prison. I certainly understand the CC mentality – where kidz don’t pay a-whole-lotta-money to stay confused for-a-couple-of-more-years prior to stepping into permanent confusion – but I really need to remove myself from where the super bacteria breeds – and not have to be hyper vigilant for 300-minutes-a-day (that really tires an old Geezer out!).
Come on Pierce! Hire me!! I’m eminently qualified, and, am starting to gray perfectly at the temples: which makes people think that I know something about something and am saying something about something.
God! I hope I’m at the right place at the right time…again…