The doctor’s appointment was then, and this is now. Which, quite honestly, could be going better. The goddamn drive-thru at DeLuck’s Burger has been under construction for nearly a month. Usually, I’d go to another drive-thru, but for whatever reason, I’m craving a burger from this place, the home of the Golden Arch. A single…
I had to see my physician, Dr. Macleod, the other day. He is a good doctor, a bit younger than me, but not by much. At least he’s not straight out of medical school. He has the experience necessary to give a proper diagnosis. Dr. Macleod is a Scotsman through and through — crew-cut red…
At the risk of sounding rancorous, the best word to describe the various social circles among school staff is cliques. Not only for its denotative meaning of being an exclusive group; I also mean it in the etymological sense, cliquer, to make a noise. That’s what these pedagogues do, create a constant din in the background. In many ways,…
The last time I told someone I was a history teacher, I couldn’t decide what the expression on his face meant. With his head tilted back, an embarrassed grin stretched thin like an elastic band between his ears. In his eyes, I thought I could see the words, “Those who can’t, teach.” Maybe it was…