Star Power

I told my students to make a movie about a heroic figure and offered myself as a subject. They interviewed me and followed me around for a day with cellphones. They recorded me spending 60 minutes worrying over a single essay. I spoke eloquently about my philosophy of teaching (don’t over-plan, stay in the moment, keep the focus on the moment to moment miracle of learning). I walked them through the teacher’s lounge, but we were thrown out because that crowd can’t go for a minute without uttering some disturbed vulgarity. I cried about my ruinous marriage to a Thai transgender beauty queen and then shed a single tear about the small-minded test-obsessed conventionality that passes for education in our public schools. I then tearfully and with rising indignation confessed my fantasy of leading a mob of angry torch-bearing students to the district office to demand a school without walls–a YouTube school– where I, the Super-teacher lectured against a background of spiraling galaxies, broadcast in multiple languages to a billion students world-wide! The movie has been up for three days and already I have 50 hits and 14 Likes on YouTube! The Revolution has begun!
The Show Must Go On


Pizza Party

I promised a pizza party today, but a minor miscalculation sent things south. I placed the Take-and-Bake into the classroom microwave while the kids crowded around hoping to snag the first piece. But eight minutes turned out to be too long for a Take-and-Bake because when I pulled it out a hunk of bubbling cheese wrapped around my wrist and I snapped my hand, screaming. The pizza flew across the room and landed on the back of Liam’s neck. Of course he screamed, then fell out of his chair and cried on the floor, while the rest of the kids peeled the pieces off his neck and onto paper plates. So in the end everyone had pizza and things worked out okay.

But No Cigar

A Little Night Music

I was walking home from school last night when I happened on a small concert in a front yard. The musicians were all geezers playing German polka. I thought: What a waste! All these talented musicians playing polka! I shouted my request: “Louie! Louie!” The band stopped short, the conductor smiled, pulled down his pants and showed me his skinny bare butt. Then all the musicians stood up, turned and did the same! Then together they sat down, flipped through a songbook and settled into a polka version of Maroon 5’s: “If I Never See Your Face Again”.
I danced all the way home.


When my mother was seven she got a dog named Poochie and when I was born she called me “Poochie”, too. When I was thirty, Mother told me that I lived up to my namesake because I never left home, lived off others and farted all day. The day she died Mother told me to find someone to take care of me. So I found Li Xiu on eHarmony, but she didn’t speak English and that didn’t last. Now I go to the park and watch the squirrels with friends. Sometimes the white van comes and brings us sandwiches.

Line of Sight

Today I walked the class to the river, leapt on to the picnic table and pontificated with huge, wild gestures about the urgent importance of using the proper pronouns and subject-verb combinations, while the kids huddled around, gazing up as if I were Moses on the mountain. They filmed me with their smart-phones, inspiring me to act even larger, more ridiculous and outrageous: whispering love poetry to the moon and challenging the sun to a death-duel–and the children screamed their joy for grammar…But then I saw the two squirrels on the branch behind my head, fighting over a walnut.

10 Things That Happen When You are a Teacher:

My favorite Blogger is Love Teach, so today I am imitating his style!

10 Things That Happen When You are a Teacher:

1. You get divorced.
2. You become an alcoholic.
3. You lose your house and family.
4. You wake up in the bushes in a bad part of town at 3am having forgotten how you got there.
5. You shovel home the antidepressants.
6. You fall helplessly in love with every woman you see.
7. You watch a lot of Netflix and eat a lot of ice cream.
8. You beg God to reveal your mission in life.
9. You fantasize about blowing things up.
10. You become a superhero who rescues children.



I found some funny mushrooms in my backyard and brought them to class. “These could be deadly or delicious!” I said. “Only Education can guide us…And so it is in Life!” Declan, our German exchange student, recognized them: “Those are…how do you say?…special.” He took them, cut them into chocolate and formed smiley-face balls, which he called ‘German Happy Balls’. The students went crazy, paying $10 per ball! I ate four and later released all of my students from class: “Go home forever!” I yelled. “Make mistakes! Experience life! School is a complete fucking waste!”

Another Life Changing Classroom Activity!

Today I had my students write their own obituaries to help them think about their life goals. I told them that when formulating their dreams they should always reach for the stars, but also to remember that nobody in history has ever reached a star. Trey countered that he wanted to win the Mars One reality TV show and settle Mars with a bunch of hotties. I reminded him that he needed to be hot himself in order to qualify for that show. Emily said that thinking about her own death brought a heavy wave of depression, and she got an early dismissal. “Lay on the floor, eat ice cream and watch Netflix,” I told her–my personal cure. Ashleigh said that she thinks about her own death every moment of every day and even visualizes bizarre detailed accidents for herself. I grabbed her tiny shoulder and told her that this was a healthy way to stay anchored in the moment and that she was probably a natural Buddhist. She smiled meekly, thankful, I’m sure, for the advice.

In Loving Memory

I Am The Sum Of All of My Soap Heroes

A great writer once said that you are the average of the five people that you spend the most time with. This means that I am part spoiled man-child (Cha Chi Soo from Ramen Shop), part shy sweet dork (Song Sam Dong from Dream High), part neurotic on a homocideal tear (Choi Young from Faith), part romantic Robin Hood of Education (Yong Lijimae from Lijimae) and part shameless heterosexual man who falls helplessly in love with a cross-dressing teacher who may or may not be a woman in disguise (Choi Han Gyul from Coffee Prince). And of course I am also a mild-mannered high school Educator, but I don’t spend time with any of them because we don’t have a show on Netflix yet.

Circle of Five