Nothing against you mamas to girls, but I usually feel an instant bond with mamas to boys. Especially mamas to just boys. And particuarly to mamas to a lot of boys. It’s like our own crazy club that we are initiated into through being peed on, all the penis-talk, the dirt, the noise, the messes, the peeing in random places just because they can, the boy-ness that they bring into our lives.
And so, when I stumbled onto the blog of this week’s Blog Friend Feature, I knew I had to read her! She has FOUR boys. Yes, even one more than my crazy little zoo. Hers was one of the first blogs that I followed. From her stories about life in a boy house, to her substitute teaching stories, to laughing at her shameless pleas for someone to give her a DSLR, to her Friday meme “Letters of Intent,” she is one fabulous blogger. Meet Julie from Foursons.
Some of you may or may not know, but I was a teacher at one point in my life. For one whole school year from Aug. ’00- May ’01, I taught English and Drama to 7-12th grades in a very small, private, christian school. (I did not renew my contract in order to stay home with my unborn child who was due in October.)
My smallest class had 7 students and my largest had 15. I loved teaching at this school. I don’t know how effective at teaching I actually was…I don’t have a teaching certificate. But in TX, private schools are allowed to hire non-certified teachers to teach if they deem them sufficient enough.
My actual degree is Psychology with a minor in Art and Design. But, during my interview the committee looked at my English grades and saw that they were decent and figured I could teach English as well. I can’t tell you how nervous I was about doing this job. I had no mentor- I was the English dept. for the middle and high school classes. Turns out that if you have a Teacher’s Edition book, you can fake your way through most of the lessons. Who knew?!
I had my 8th graders in front of me one lovely school day discussing the classic novel, Huck Finn. This was my 3rd class of the day and I had started to settle down a little and relax in front of the classroom.
Apparently I relaxed a little too much- way too much actually.
I don’t remember which part of the book we were discussing. It really doesn’t matter at this point. What matters is that I had a MAJOR slip of the tongue in front of a group of 8th graders in a P.R.I.V.A.T.E. C.H.R.I.S.T.I.A.N. school. Did I make that clear? I was responsible for teaching children who were raised in a christian home…with christian parents…going to church on Sundays…and usually on Wednesdays…and living a very sheltered, innocent life. Yup, they hired me for this job.
“OK y’all. Did you figure out the symbolism in Fuc* Hinn? No wait, I mean Huck Finn!”
Please leave Julie some comment love here and then go follow her blog if you don’t already!