My final hearing today exonerated me of those stupid little kids that said i whupped them.

The members of the hearing board apologized on behalf of CPS to me. They asked me to please continue subbing based on positive reports from principal last year, and the principals i subbed for this year who observed me.

I rawk.

Way to not beat kids, Phil.

(but seriously, congrats on beating the bum rap. beat a homeless guy in effigy if it'll make you feel better.)

good news.

so should i sub again? Gina doesn't want me to, this whole business scared the crap out of her.

-Phil

it's direly needed, but does it work for you?

You should go find the little bastards and beat the crap out of them.

She still teaches, doesn't she?

Go ahead and sub (if you want to). It's pretty unlikely that this will happen again.

I don't know. It really took the wind out of my sails for a bit.

She's thinking about getting out. But she says that twice a year, right before finals when all the parents call bitching about how their little kid is a bright student and a hard worker and she's a bad person because she makes them do work, turn it in on time, and then TESTS them on it. The nerve.

Then she likes it again.

She's seriously the best teacher i've ever met. Ever. And i've met a lot, but my girl is the best teacher. Now i've just got to get her to pay a little more attention to me me me.

of course, that work ethic is one of the things i admire and love about her...

yeah, for putting you through this shit and stuff. you know..since people are still gonna be suspicious and all....might as well give em a real reason to be.

i have no desire to hit anyone. I know some of you know i was car jacked in college, and wound up in the hospital as a hate crime survivor, and if i'm going to get physical with someone, it better be a hot chick above a certain age on a couch or a bed.

None of this batting the bunny around.

whoa. Phil, hate crime victim? Explain that to me please.

you didn't know i was car jacked? 3 car loads of skinheads.

5 fractured ribs, punctured lung, fractured tibia, fractured femur, fractured skull with mild hemmorahging, and a lovely 3 dimensional scar on the middle of my chest that numerous surgeons have told me is completely inoperable. When i get stressed out, it likes to get infected as of late.

But i'm alive, and alive is better than dead, yay me.

Holy Farking Shnit!!!!!

yeah, that was a rough one to get past. But i'm mostly past it.

damn man, congrats on making it through that...this teaching thing has gotta seem like gravy

That;s some shit...so they only jacked you, b/c yr. Indian/not white?

And you don't hate whitey? More power to ya, my brutha.

Teaching isn't easy, but maybe i just wasn't cut out for it.

Funny though, this incident just made me want to teach more, and educate kids that it's a big world with plenty of space. And now I'm kind of like, well, curmudgeonly, but in a benevolent-leave-me-alone kind of way.

The world is a mess, and it's not getting cleaned up anytime soon. Which is a bummer.

For being a teacher, you are my hero.

But i'm not a teacher anymore. I'm just a bassist.

...but due to yesterday's events you have the choice of being a teacher. Freedom is generally a pretty good thing. Glad to hear it went well.

For being a bassist, you are my hero.

sweet. thanks...