Sunday, September 25, 2011

Why my life was like The Wire

I really wish I had started watching season 4 of The Wire before my short-lived attempt at employment as a Dee Cee Pee Ess school teacher. I might have learned something, or at least had some idea of what it was I was getting myself into. But then, I probably would have told myself that it was "dramatized for television" or some such, and that it couldn't possibly be that bad. But I would have been wrong. Though 40 miles south of Baltimore, what I saw in the classroom was eerily similar to the televised version on The Wire. The only differences being:

a) our kids didn't have uniforms
b) I taught high school, not middle school, so the kids giving me problems were 18 instead of 13
c) subject matter (French instead of math--considered to be an "elective," thus generally lumped together with art and P.E. and accorded about as much respect)

Aside from that, it's pretty much the same story. In fact, the only way I can tell for sure it's fiction is that when the teacher, Mr. Prezbylewski, assigns detention, the kids (all thirty-some) actually show up. Pshaw, I say.

Seeing is believing. Watch for yourself.

How much money would they have to pay you to do this every day? Not a hypothetical question; I'm actually curious. What's your number?


  1. I was an art teacher for several years so I can sympathize. The kids I taught were only interested in drawing vampires and big-breasted warrior women. I became popular only after dispensing techniques to depict wet glistening blood. I didn't last very long as a teacher.

  2. funny, i actually thought of Mr. Prezbo when you first posted about your new (now old) job...

    Nobody got their face slashed in your class though, right!?

  3. Mol--Yes, that would be the other difference. :)

  4. You must see every season of The Wire, one of the greatest TV shows of all time. Breathtakingly good, achingly sad.


  5. Hey, don't I get some props in this entry? :)
    Just kidding. I don't know how you even did it for 2 days let alone 2 weeks. Brava.