Summer FLEW by! I shouldn’t be surprised by this at this point.
Earlier this week, I set up my classroom, and invited parents and students in to meet me and see the class before school started. I like to do this because it helps soothe some of the kid’s nerves, and it let’s me get a head start on knowing their names, recognizing their faces, and having anxiety nightmares that I have lost them in various unlikely places.
The parents were all very nice- kind, inquisitive, friendly. One couple came up to me, all smiles, introduced themselves, and said cheerily, “We googled you!”
My first thought was “Oh, crap.”
You see, I’m not just the tattooed teacher… I’m the teacher with the criminal record. It’s nothing awful. I got arrested at a protest last year. I was on a march in New York, we followed the wrong route, ended up on a bridge… maybe you heard about it on the news. Anyway, I wound up in zip-tie handcuffs on the back of an MTA bus, and eventually in a cell for a long, cold, hungry night. It was an interesting life experience. Almost 800 people got arrested in one go, but I ended up unexpectedly front and center. I got my picture taken, cuffs on and yelling, and those ended up in some news articles, including some major papers. I also ran my big ol’ mouth off to even more news organizations, so if you google my name, virtually every thing that pops up also contains the word “occupy.” It doesn’t take much digging to see that I was arrested.
That said, no one I work with thought much of it, or cared much. I’m the butt of jokes at staff meetings, and my students from last year thought it was hilarious. But to have the first thing you find out about your kids new teacher is that she was arrested… I felt bad. Credit to them though, those parents didn’t seem too phased. “It’s fine,” they assured me. “We’re glad he has a politically active teacher!”
Score one for the rebels. Have I mentioned lately I love this school?