Tomorrow and Tomorrow
In a completely rational society, the best of us would aspire to be teachers, and the rest of us would have to settle for something less, because passing civilization along from one generation to the next ought to be the highest honor and highest responsibility anyone could have.
Lee Iacocca
Whatever.
Twenty-seven years, maybe two dozen institutions, literally thousands and thousands of students: that's my claim to a worthwhile life.
All manner of place: great lecture halls at enormous, public universities; abandoned shopping malls, where fly-by-night schools shared space with homeless men sleeping in the corridors; prison; beautiful corporate facilities; for-profit little schools in urban ghettos; private colleges with perfect students and back-stabbing, if quite friendly, faculty; big and small community colleges; even a private little K-12 school. I've run hundred-mile circuits in a single day, teaching in different cities just so I could make ends meet.
I've taught more subjects than I can sometimes recall: math, from arithmetic to differential equations and everything in between, including developmental math, remedial algebra, probability theory and statistics, the calculus, and drafting math; managerial finance; real estate finance; economics; financial accounting; marketing; paralegal; business law; transcription and proofreading; learning study skills; English grammar and composition; computer software skills; keyboarding; court reporting; psychology; sociology; and Western civilization. I've been a director of education and a dean (at the same time, and at the same time I was teaching at the school).
I've had stunningly bright students, thunderously stupid ones, and countless thousands in between. My students have ranged in age from five years to almost eighty: "normal kids" and whole classes of the "learning disabled," which once included in a single classroom a quadriplegic, a couple of epileptics, several TMJs, a handful of dysgraphics and dyslectics, and some who, in a later era, might have been diagnosed as autistic. I've had my chops busted for nailing star athletes for cheating; I've had my throat slit by administrators who didn't like my style; I've had parents, spouses, and friends ruin students' hopes of achieving academic dreams; and I've seen people I wouldn't have bet a dime on succeeding walk up to get their diplomas.
Students have broken down, sobbing in my arms, and former students have given me firm handshakes years after I last saw them.
I've seen students on their way to nowhere, and I've marveled at kids on their way to the stars.
I've bemoaned hot-headed boys and crazy girls more interested in their soap-opera lives than in their homework. Oh, yes, and I've run across the occasional, albeit rare, post-adolescent female looking for a rather less-than-academic relationship with a male authority figure, and I've had occasion to encounter a few young gentlemen rather too timid to say much other than to discreetly let me know they were gay.
On streets near campus, I slept in my car through a brutally cold Winter in the Midwest and crashed in the cockroach-infested basements of rooming houses, all because the pay for non-tenured college teachers comes with a choice of food, soap, and clean clothes or a comfortable place to live. I've bummed money from caring friends; I've worked side jobs; and for more than twenty years, until my body and veins were too weary to do it anymore, I sold my blood plasma twice a week.
I've watched academia flop from one pop fad to another, and I've seen excellence in teaching beyond what I could ever hope to attain, myself.
In my life, I've been many things; but alwaysalwaysI've been a teacher.
For all I know, this will be my last semester at the college that has kept me for the past few years. I have no guarantees. If the truth were to be told, I'm going to start wearing out my welcome pretty soon if I don't move on voluntarily. That's how it's always been.
In the morning, as is my unfailing way, into the classroom I'll stride, the swaggering, angry professor, the harsh, loud, in-your-face, bad nightmare who wouldn't mind flunking everyone on the roster. Unfortunately, at least some of the students will know the whole thing is a scripted act. Reputation precedes a teacher no matter how loudly he tries to shout it down.
Nevertheless, I'll be out there in the spotlight one more time, voice raising to a yell, then nearly vanishing into a whisper, long hair flying, arms waving, fingers pointing, eyes staring right at students, then straight through them into the vast depth of material I know and that I am inviting them to know, too.
I might have to move on, soon, I think. I'm getting old, and that should bother me, but it doesn't really. There's always a gig somewhere. It might not pay much, it might be a long ways away, and I might not even make it there. All of that is okay, though: every day of my professional life, I've been turning the page, anyway. That's just how it is when you cannot live your life anywhere but in the spotlight. It's the best place imaginable for those of us who want to hide from the wasteland of our own failure to be anything other than the object of high, rhetorical praise.
Again, though, whatever.
I am a teacher. That's what matters to me. More to the point, that's what matters to the future.
Comments
Wrote Moody Blue:
Wrote Dex:
As a former student who has not seen you in years, were I to run into you I would give you a firm handshake. There are many lessons of yours that served me well through my career as a student, and still now afterwards. Thank you.
Wrote dhconcerts:
Dear Dark Wraith,
I have submitted to the requirement that I be a registered user in order to leave you a comment. And, this is what I have to say:
I am proud to know you. I can only imagine how you have changed the course of history with your choice to spend your life teaching. Those who have been your students have been most fortunate.
Deborah
Wrote Jangliss:
Dark Wraith,
I have never known you, and yet you are still one of my teachers. You can't get away from it that easily. If you are ever in London (England) drop me an e-mail and I'll give you the firm handshake you deserve.
Wrote oldwhitelady:
Good evening, Dark Wraith.
Nice article. Teachers do have the highest responsibility. They mold unmolded brain cells of the students. Most of my teachers (school & college) were fantastic. When I think of my thought processes before college and after, I realize how valuable their teachings are.
I've watched some of your teaching videos you've linked to...no, I've watched them all, I think. They were marvelous. I would hope you'd have no problem getting placement, should you decide to leave your current position. I also think that you could probably get a position in several other industries, such as the computer industry. You would have many chances of being a teacher, even in that type of situation.
Wrote Dusty:
The hour is late Dark Wraith, so let me just say this;
To me, being a teacher is also being a leader.
Wrote trog69:
They mold unmolded brain cells
What do they do to the moldy ones?
Pardon me for not firmly shaking your hand. That sounds too much like the student moving on to other, maybe better things. I plan on remaining your student for as long as it takes!
I will of course, curtsy for you, on demand! Just say the word, big boy!
Wrote lakesta:
Hello Professor,
I made a resolution this past New Years to not be sappy, sorry, or negative in my thinking--to keep a brighter mindset and to avoid complaints--but this post has me feeling down. It is quite possibly due to your writing and repetitiveness of the "whatever" attitude. It is this word that so well represents the current mindset of the students you teach, and yet, to see you using it makes me distraught. It is my generation that can be coined the whatever-generation. Us and our lackluster lives that from the outside looks as though we're going through the motion of life, rather than truly living it, and to see you using this word to show indifference to life bothers me. A quote from Elie Wiesel, “The opposite of love is not hate, its indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, its indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, its indifference. And the opposite of life is not death, its indifference.” is why the usage of this word bothers me so.
The professor I know is one who is not indifferent to anything, but rather, opinionated and well educated on most all things that matter. The professor I know is the professor of the year, a man who I recommend to every student in your school that I come in contact with, regardless of their program of study. The professor I know is fiery, passionate, and ambitious to make this world better; not a man who will sit by the way side and watch as opportunity passes before him. The professor I know is a man to whom I owe gratitude for my attitude, courage, confidence, inspirations, goals, mindset, and mental standard for what a professor should be. Thanks to you I may not be well liked on my campus but I am well respected. I may not be invited to parties, but surely to debates. I may not fit in with my generation, but I know where I’m going and I like the looks of it. Thanks professor for setting a fire under me so that when I ignite the whole world will watch me burn.
Thank you, and to say something that’s not said enough man to man until one of them dies, I love you. If the school lets you go I’ll be sad. I’ll be sad for the school, for the students who will miss you, and for the students who will never get the chance to take one of your courses. But for you, old friend, I won’t be sad, but rather excited. Excited that you get another opportunity in life to move on, start anew, and touch the lives of more people. To end, I’ll leave you with a Churchill, these are not dark days--these are great days--the greatest days you’ve ever lived.
Wrote spyderkl:
Good morning, Dark Wraith.
Twenty-seven years, maybe two dozen institutions, literally thousands and thousands of students: that's my claim to a worthwhile life.
That's a hell of a lot better than most people will ever do. Ever. No matter what job they hold.
Those comments up there, from your students? Just the fact that they would take the time to not only look up your blog, but leave comments like those, is a wonderful thing.
I've got no doubts that you'll be able to find another gig if it's necessary. I hope that you can find a gig that makes you happy. You definitely deserve that.
Wrote trog69:
Having moved on to a different job or 20 in my time, I agree that there's a certain thrill to facing the unknown, once you know where you're going/doing; The whole loadin' up here, and moving it and me to there, and unloading, even with not too much in the way of material things, is not part of the thrill. Not in the least. There's also plenty of students right there where you're at, DW, that would be extremely lucky, were the PTB decide to offer further employment...and a substantial raise, or we call a boycott!
Wrote My Pet Goat:
They mold unmolded brain cells
What do they do to the moldy ones?
Pardon me for not firmly shaking your hand. That sounds too much like the student moving on to other, maybe better things. I plan on remaining your student for as long as it takes!
I will of course, curtsy for you, on demand! Just say the word, big boy!
I'll remain a student too, but I'll be the first to shake your hand for the learning you've given me the past few years. Goats don't do curtsy though, so t69 is on her/his own to salute you with their skirts a plume.
Fvcking aye, where's the hoard of spam for a night like this?
Time for a good snort of tequila. [Goats consider any snort worth it's while...Patron being the top o' list.] Lime? Fvck that shit.
Wrote trog69:
with their skirts a plume.
Oh my goodness...I think I'm blushing!
Nevermind...I just forgot to exhale. Silly me.
Wrote roger:
congrats on the 27 years. and thanks for the free instruction here.
i suspect, no, i'm sure, that the very qualities that make you an excellent teacher make you a less than excellent go-along get-along employee.
unless you were a really late late-entry student you still have years of brain molding left in you.
Wrote trog69:
I can smell my brain molding, as I type. Kinda like pork rinds and root beer.
Wrote trog69:
Good aftermoon, DW.
(Edited to include update)
You may have already seen this; I'm neither surprised, nor amused. From Raw Story:
Huckabee: Amend Constitution to be in 'God's standards'
Seems all that talk about keeping God out of politics was just that, talk. Glad this came out now, though.
Now I see the DKos site has the video up. They also say that he was referring to Marriage amendment and abortion, here: Huckabee said, referring to the need for a constitutional human life amendment and an amendment defining marriage as between a man and a woman.
Whew. For a second there, I was kinda askairt.
Wrote Peter of Lone Tree:
"A legislative battle could be brewing at the Iowa Statehouse over same-sex marriage.
"At issue is whether the Iowa Constitution should be amended to prohibit it."
KCRG.com news.
Wrote Dark Wraith:
Considering the extensive agrarian areas of the state of Iowa, I would hope that the amendment would also include affirmation of same-species marriage.
The Dark Wraith thinks that would stop the amendment drive dead in its tracks.
Wrote My Pet Goat:
LMFAO! Hope that PoLT doesn't live in Iowa if that is the case!
Wrote Weaseldog:
Congress is working to cut corporate taxes by 25% in order to help the middle class.
http://tinyurl.com/2yu477
They aren't going to offset this tax cut, because it is irresponsible to practice responsible fiscal policy during a recession.
Wrote Wild Clover:
Weaseldog:
My only response to your post...
AAARRRRRGGGGGGGHHHH!!!!!
Wrote Lisa Ranger:
That's quite an homage from student lakesta. Even if that were the only one you received, you should be proud. Our world is enriched due to you those like you who refuse to toe the party line.
We sometimes call them "visionaries" after the fact.
Wrote trog69:
This just in at the Onion News Network:
Giuliani wastes two days campaigning in Winnepeg.
Wrote trog69:
From The Hill:
Reid helped convince the Democratic National Committee to sanction Nevada as an early primary contest site, while Nevada Republicans had to contend with the threat that they might be penalized for advancing their caucus so early in the process. Reid also has some measure of influence over the two leading Democratic contenders, who are members of the Senate Democratic caucus.
I promise, if Reid is able to push through the Telecom Immunity provision of the FISA continuing rape of our rights, I will do all I can to see him dethroned. Promise.
Wrote Weaseldog:
Wild Clover yeah, and it seems to be getting worse. They are piling on the gravy train. It looks like the bill is going to have a lot of corporate giveaways in it, to stimulate the economy.
And it looks like the new oil subsidy bill is going to be a success. From what I can tell from the news this morning, the new taxpayer funded giveaways will help the oil corporations make record profits while lowering the price of gasoline.
Congress needs the price of gasoline to come down, so that they can impose a fifty cent per gallon tax increase on gasoline, to fund the subsidy, err I mean transportation initiatives.
Wrote Dusty:
But of course Weseldog! Corporate Welfare is fine and expected..human welfare is wrong on every level..its the Rethuglican way! ;p
Please note my snark button is on full-throttle
Wrote Peter of Lone Tree:
Online Journal:
The planned collapse of America By Peter Chamberlin
Wrote Weaseldog:
Interesting article Peter.
The plan makes an assumption, that resources are infinitely consumable.
All the signs are in order to indicate that we are at Peak Oil now. Here in Texas, the industry is drilling in posh suburbs to get the last of the natural gas.
Coal shortages are starting to become a problem.
Now many optimists continue to explain that in the future we solve today's problems. Though that sort of homily sounds good, whenever I've tried it with my landlord, he was never impressed. Unless that technology comes with time travel, we're stuck with our problems of today.
Past civilizations and military states have often reacted brutally to having their resource run out. But they soon enough are forced to appease the population or flee. You can't burn down every city to gain control. Eventually you'll find yourself burning down your own house.
And how long can the US Gov keep control if it can't keep the masses fed?
Sadly, it looks we're going to finding out.
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