Obviously, I've started a blog. What inspired this? You may ask. The answer: My students, society, and The Freedom Writers (and the Freedom Writer Teachers).
You can call me Miss B. My students once did. The students I have now? Not so much.
Why the title Teacher Tormented? Well because that is what I often am. I know it has a connotation to be negative, but it isn't always. Yes, I certainly feel tormented by my students (apathetic continuation high school students from the inner city); and, I certainly feel tormented by administration and their lack of understanding; and, I feel tormented by a huge vocal chunk of society that automatically judges me and finds me lacking because of my profession: teacher, educator, profesoressa, maestra, and the many other platitudes that "apply".
However, most of all, I'm tormenting myself. I feel like a failure as a teacher on a weekly, if not more, basis (even if my colleagues think I'm "Teacher of the Year"). I torment myself to do better, find the way, the road, to get through to my students and make a difference, teach them something, get them to learn and not to simply plug and chug.
So, welcome. Welcome to my own little Freedom Writer's diary. The freedom to express myself; the freedom to try, to be passionate, and to strive to make a difference despite the fact I sinfully think of some of my students as "rat bastards".
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