An Education

At the part-time job I worked in Colorado – the one where my boss kept trying to sing on the job – it was important to everyone in the program to be an Educator.  I’d hear it at all the staff meetings: “Well, as an educator…” is how sentences would start on the reg.  It … Continue reading An Education

The Deep End

Finally, it’s time:  On my second Thursday in China, Green Tea — one of the music teachers — sends me a text: I’m to meet with Ms. Music at the music department. The music department is just past the main gate of the school: a compound of three squat, drab rectangles.  I don’t know what’s … Continue reading The Deep End