In a previous incarnation, I was a secondary English teacher in Philadelphia. I came in right out of college at mid-year to replace a teacher who was let go because of poor discipline in her classes. So, I knew what challenges I faced in the classroom. Hell, I had been a discipline case as a student, and I knew something about handling wise guys to help facilitate learning with order, humor and empathy.
But what I didn’t realize were other aspects of being a teacher. Schools, for example, are also a unique microcosm of adult society within a juvenile context. And no place represented that better than the faculty lounge.
It was an eclectic atmosphere: a variety of disciplines, personalities, politics, jokes, ages, genders, races and Philly accents. Plus, a seniority hierarchy. And a lot of ashtrays.
There was also a sense of sanctuary—from the routine of teaching and monitoring kids all day long.
I soon learned of a popular lounge game: “Famous Books I’ve Never Read.” Mine was “The Last of the Mohicans” by James Fennimore Cooper. Boring. Thank you, again, Cliff’s Notes.
I decided to get more involved and better known by suggesting a new category: “Famous Books In My Subject Area That I Never Read.” Everybody laughed. Yes, I had been accepted.
Then I went too far. I suggested yet another category: “Famous Books I’ve Taught That I Never Read.” Nobody laughed.