Will's old Rules about Schools

Even the casual reader(s) of this intrepid blog can see that we love teaching.

Ironically this bog was begun in June of 2015 in part to talk about teaching.

We have not set foot in a classroom since late June 2015.

We're thinking of actually spilling the beans on le affair de adjunct du Raritan Valley Community College; see how our French lessons are paying off?

[Excuse me while I slow clap-Ed]

Anyhoo we love teaching, why not just find a gig somewhere else?

Simple. We have rules. Those rules are based on one simple fact:
We been fucked one way or another by every school with which we've ever been associated going back to 1978- except one.  

We were fucked by RVCC, though we're proud to say we fucked 'em right back. It was glorious. 

So our rules comes down to this: don't have anything to do with schools.

[So why did you break your own incontrovertible rule?-Ed]

Now, alert reader(s) will recall that as it turns out we live around the corner from RVCC. It's a two minute drive. We could see our neighborhood from many of the classrooms. Way back in 2008 we sent our resume there on a whim. Otherwise we wouldn't have bothered. That's the only reason. In late 2009 they called. We saw the caller ID flash RVCC, while holding a newborn in our arms and said, 'Really? Now?' We almost didn't take the gig. 

We broke our rules. We're glad we broke our rules. Our rules will not be broken again.

So, no. We will not be applying to Middlesex Community College, or Kean University or any other institution of learning. We make the rules. We live by the rules. We will not alter rules. Heck, we cannot alter the rules. Even we are not above the rules.