This was the first advice I recieved from Ms. Meza, a teacher of the fifth grade in William B. Travis Elementary School, Dallas Texas, who would eventually convince me to become a teacher. Preparing for this, my first posting, (trying to avoid the obvious, expediant and unfortunate neologism "blog") I read some of the thousands of teacher blogs out there in the blogosphere (harder to avoid than I thought) and I was reminded of Ms. Meza's advice. I hope not to use this small portion of bandwidth to complain, grouse, grumble or curse my superiors. Unless they deserve it. There's always the teacher's lounge for that- not that I would know.
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The dreaded teacher's lounge. I often find myself in the lounge reheating last nights vittles, only to hear some of the deep insights our gossipy staff shares. I can count on one hand the times I spent in the lounge listening and eating my lunch within our allotted 15 minutes. Negativity isn't the lone word to describe it. Our school admin's decided to place the copier in our lounge, so often you will find innocent bystanders subjected to endless whiffs of bad air.
Some people can't live without the lounge and others desparatley despise the area. Pick your poison.
Posted by: John | January 27, 2006 at 12:01 PM