Tell me something…


 Every now and then, I substitute teach. Teaching is in my blood, it is a part of my DNA.  Parents were educators.  Aunts and Uncles were and are educators. Nieces and nephews are educators. My oldest daughter will become an educator. Wife works for Communities In Schools.  I spent years working in college admissions, speaking to countless students of the virtues of a college education.  Right now I am working on becoming a certified teacher. Yep, in the blood; the family business of sorts.  Anyway, as I go into the classroom of the teacher of record, I quickly understand the constitution of that teacher, and the the classroom. I will read the “Notes For The Sub”, and soon I understand whether I am being set up or not.  When the note begins, ‘I hope you find the classes as enjoyable as I do! They are a very good group! You will have NO problems’, I know I have been set up. This is to say, “no problem with these individuals of varying backgrounds, races, and cultures. No problem with the varying attitudes and thought patterns of these students. Nope, don’t fret. Every student has a clear outline of their lives. They have the target in clear view, and each step toward it is perfectly laid out. Each child is the Valedictorian of their life. Everything will be ok.”  Set up for the teacher to have no issues to face upon their return.  Set up for the teacher to continue the S.Q. Set up.  My wish, for the every now and then I do substitute: 1. Tell me that the cute one may cuss anyone out because the barometric pressure is stable. 2. Tell me the hell-raisers are in 3rd period, and the passive aggressive ones are 7th period. 3. Tell me there is sexual tension amongst the boys, toward each other,  in 4th period, and the Pre-AP classes are classic under-achievers.  Just tell me that the real thugs are the rich kids, and the diligent, high academic achievers are from the projects. Tell me you’re a cynic and  counting down the days to retirement. Just be upfront.  Tell me it will be a trying day. That I will be exhausted at the end of it.  Tell me that I have chosen to be part of a nobel profession, and my full involvement in the lives of the students, though it may be only one day, is required. Tell me about the sense of urgency in obtaining my certification. Tell me that by doing this, I will have made an impact on one student. Changed the destiny of another. Challenged the the theology of the apathetic one. Helped the all star athlete realized that the brick and mortar classroom is more important than crashing the A Gap. Let the sleepy one know that they missed a lesson they will need in 35 years. However, please do not tell me that you ‘greatly doubt’ that I will have any problems. Problems are, as one company puts it, how business gets done.

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About Aaron Lamon Ashford

Aaron is a native of Abilene, TX. The product of Montgomery and Ernestine Ashford and two time graduate of Hardin-Simmons University, has been married to the same woman for a bunch of years. He and Sheila have three children, and a beautiful daughter-in-law. Griffin, the eldest Grandson, is one cool dude. Griffin has a brother now! His name is Theodore. The two together are quite funny, and boy can Theodore eat!
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