Word Vomit

I swear that being an English teacher has ruined me as a writer. I don't have the time to write...or read for that matter...because I have to grade papers or plan lessons or veg out so I don't kill myself or my students. I've been doing a lot of the latter over the past few years. What I should be doing is the former. How am I supposed to teach writing if I don't do it myself? It is a ridiculous paradox that makes me angry.

Another problem with being an English teacher is that I'm in "perfection" mode all the time. I can't seem to take off my editor's hat when doing the most mundane things such as typing an e-mail or posting a bulletin on MySpace! I here vow to knock it off!!!! This blog...journal...whatever I want to call it...is my space to vomit words. I'm not going to stop and ponder; hell, I'm not even going to re-read. I just need to work on speed and getting it out. I hope that I will soon have something interesting to say.

I've been spending the day reading a memoir project my students completed earlier in the year. Most of them have come up with some great stories! I'm going to keep the assignment handy and work on it when I don't have anything interesting to say.

For now, my word vomit is over. I need to get back to grading. Argh...why didn't I become a math teacher?! Or PE? Yes, PE would be better, because then I wouldn't be fat. Blah.