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Third Year Underway

Hello kiddies, I'm back. First of all, Iceland was amazing. We spent two weeks there: the first week driving around the island and the second week entirely in Reykjavik, the capital. The picture below pretty much captures the coolness of the trip.

Nothing like a gigantic waterfall to quench the thirst.
Although there was some hiking involved, Iceland definitely refreshed me. Some of the nicest people on earth reside in that country. I think it's safe to say we'll be back at some point.

So now my third year as a teacher is underway. I'm excited because I don't have graduate school this year, so I can actually think about how I teach. I was really getting sick of thinking on the run and coming up with lesson activities while showering or napping in the subway.

This year, I'm also teaching advisory for the first time. Advisory is basically a "life-skills" course offered in high school. I'm pretty sure this is just a New York State thing, as I didn't have advisory in high school in Illinois. I'm supposed to lead discussions around big issues like racism, teen pregnancy, and drug dealing. Students will also have the opportunity to consider their post-secondary options (college, trade schools, etc.) and apply.

Sounds pretty nifty, but I get the feeling most of the kids will say, "Yo Mista, what up with this hippie circle jerk, kumbaya bullshit?" To this, I will respond:
No talking in the circle jerk, please.
Here's to another year packed with struggle, perverted jokes, and a lot of fun.

Comments

naz said…
Haha, wanna take that class! Maybe it will help me on my finance career as well :p
Ahsan said…
You shower in the subway?
Yo Mista! said…
@ Naz: Don't think you need help on your finance career... as long as you know how to run a WACC

@ Ahsan: you don't?

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