December 30, 2006: "Mister Kingwerewolf, what's the rope for?"
Lately I've decided to become an English teacher. Partly because I like english, partly so I can run a creative writing class. But mostly because of the phrase "If it's not done right, you've got to do it yourself." Active readers of my journal will recall my "We hate (king) Club" Theory. Now, that kid who punched me in 5th grade was never punished besides a lecture to the both of us by the principle of the school, and despite my mother's protest, I wasn't even moved out of the class into one with a few of my friends. Ever since then, I've figure those with admistrative power are a bunch of dodos that took the job for kicks.
Anyways, my reign as English teacher is in planning stages, but this is pretty much as much I got. My favorite policy is my note policy. If I get a note, I don't just throw it away, I don't read to the class, I write it verbatum on the overhead, and have the class correct spelling, grammer, the works. Names will not be censored, thus I will also will probably make a ripple effect in social lives. My reward system is quite simple: You get a few extra credit points and a cookie. Extra credit will always be an option. I'll have list of books, and all you have to do is read the book, and do a packet I prepared for it. I'll make sure to include facts not found in clift notes. Also, if we finish all required work by the end of the year, I'll assign the class to read Phantom of the Operea. If they finish it, they all get extra credit.
I wonder if it's possible to live off gift cards...