Field Trippin’: Part 1

I had been teaching for nearly three weeks when the field trip fell apart.  Much like flood, fire, and any other suburban disaster, the whole fiasco proved more horrible in the retelling afterwards amidst a room of anxious parents.

Teaching back-to-back classes to the middle school already had stretched my nerves thin.  I had given up most attempts at sleeping, choosing instead to restlessly worry for about four or five hours and then stumble upstairs at four in the morning to wait for my morning commute.  Typically – and I mean this in the corniest way possible – I thrive in the shadows of mankind, observing, taking notes and basically keeping to myself.  Is that sad?  Absolutely.  Pathetic?  No doubt.  Anti-social?  Hey, you’re three for three here.  However, that’s me.  I idolized Batman a lot as a kid. Continue reading

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