The typing habits of Big Fabes.

Writing and reporting used to pay my bills.
Teaching is my new passion.
Trying to make education better in increments.
My diet soda consumption is far too high.
Sometimes, I write things here.
Solidarity forever.

Oct 3

Missing time.

Apparently being a school teacher means all of your free time goes swirling into some vortex, never to be seen again.

I absolutely love what I’m doing right now, although it scares me that I’m getting my 98 percent on instinct and 2 percent on knowledge/know-how. Obviously, that ratio should change in time. For now, however, I think I’ve been a bit too fortunate in a lot of regards.

Some of those regards: no fights, no weapons, no angry parents yelling at me, no potty accidents.

Sure, I’ve been threatened with a hypothetical chainsaw, but I just don’t find the six-year-old’s threats credible at this point.

Posted at 5:30pm

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