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Wednesday
Jan122011

Hi, Reb. Hi, Yank. Letz Lern Sum Histree.

DateWednesday, January 12, 2011 at 3:33PM

 

Your date with history is Thursday, May 23, 2013

 

You take, all he did was to watch him and write down what he seen and heard and put it in a paper for schoolteachers to read.  Now what was wrong with that?  Why nothing.

—“The Violent Bear It Away,” by Flannery O’Connor

 

The southern-fried diary with the particularly prolix title you're about to read was written by a schoolteacher about his madcap rookie year.  The schoolteacher thinks kids are the most important people on Earth.  Never fergit that. 

The entries tell what happened in the most important place on Earth a school.  Never fergit that either.

Welcome to ... A Dixie Diary: My Rookie Year of Rebelliously Teaching Georgia History To Eighth Graders With Learning Disabilities In Confederacy With A Wiggly Plucked Chicken And Lessons Learned On The Vigorous Avoidance Of My Boss And Principal Lurlene Brownlow.

From August to May a ways back in history, The Dixie Diarist taught a bunch of special kids the only way he knew how.  Unfergitably.

 

 

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