Sunday, August 30, 2009

in loco parentis (the snarky version)

In loco parentis means... 

1. I coordinate your trip to the urgent care center for a mono screen. 

2. I remind you about safety - specifically not balancing on a precipice with your pack on - on the wilderness trip. 

3. I nag you about hydration. A lot. 

4. I ask you TMI questions about your romantic life and sexual health and how they relate to your experience here. Perhaps unlike your parents, I am not embarrassed. I ask more questions.

5. I know what meds you take, and it doesn't phase me. 

6. I tell you to go to bed. 

7. When I boss, usually you comply. 

8. I am, like, SO in your business. 



Sunday, August 23, 2009

Prepared (life is strange and beautiful)

About a year ago, when I was getting ready to go to HDS, they sent me information about a secondary teacher certification program I could do in addition to my MDiv. I looked at it and thought, "Hmm. Maybe I should check that out. I might want to work in a school someday." I had this weird image of my future self as a beleaguered education professional - bogged down by the bureaucracy, but loving my work with young people. 

And here I am - except that I bypassed the MDiv and the Haverford-esque schools I imagined myself at, and went straight to work at an alternative school based in peace, justice and sustainability. I marvel at that some days - no masters, but here I am, with a good job that integrates a lot of my skills and interests. 

I still have moments when I feel unprepared. I haven't read through the readings as thoroughly as I would like, I'm a little rusty on Peace Studies and peace activism, I haven't trained formally as a teacher....

But I also have moments when I feel really ready. I've spent a lot of time with teenagers. I know them - none of these kids so far, with all of their quirks, are more than I can handle. 

And when I think of how I've been prepared, I think of all of the teachers, youth group leaders, elders and mentors who have invited me to learning, let me learn by doing, walked with me, and most of all, prepared me for this work by preparing my heart. 

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Authority?

Two seconds after meeting a parent: 

Parent: "So, Angelina, you seem to have some authority. Have you taught before?" 

Ha. 

Sunday, August 09, 2009

Welcome to California

Guy in food co-op: "Do I know you? You look very familiar." 

Me: "I very much doubt it." (I almost said "I came here from Pennsylvania yesterday.") 

Guy: "You must have one of those faces." 

Me: "Who do I look like?"

Guy: "A girl I went to high school with."

Me: "Where'd you go to high school?" (Maybe he's a Wallingford-Swarthmore ex-pat...who knows.) 

Guy: "Nevada Union." (head jerk in direction of local high school) . 

Me: "Nope!" 

Does this mean I pass for a Californian? Or was he just trying to pick me up? 

Part of my wants my presence to scream "East Coast!" And part of me is grateful it's not obvious I'm from out of town.