Derailed, or Why I Have to Change All My On-Line Bio’s

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October 28, 2011 by Ray Yanek

I lost my agent yesterday.  

Actually, over the last eleven months, I’ve lost two agents. The agent that originally signed me and loved my novel quit the business.  The agent who took her place, didn’t love it quite so much.

I suppose I knew it was coming, but it still sucks. 

There’s a liquor store down the street.  I’m considering putting on the witch’s hat my wife got for Halloween, stripping down to the Speedo’s, and riding my daughter’s Razor scooter in big, winding arcs through every ditch I can find on my way to uncovering the Holy Grail of 12-packs.

But I’m not going to.  An adult would look to his friends for support and guidance, and as I’m a high school teacher during the day, most of my friends are teachers.

(Booze is your friend, too.  Your loyal, loyal friend…)

Shut up. 

I’m going to the teachers.

Teachers though, are a little tweaky.  Jittery in that “I’m fixin’ to cut ya” kind of way.  They have those eyes, feral and beady, as if always searching for new and improved ways  to suck the marrow from the taxpayer’s bones.  Worse, they’re always correcting your damn grammar.

Maybe I’ll just think about them instead.

I’ve known many good teachers.  I’ve watched them sweat and bleed over lesson plans.  I’ve seen teachers sacrifice time with their own families in order to care for children that weren’t biologically their own.  I’ve seen them endure attacks from all sides, called every name in the book.   I’ve seen their plans crash and burn and I’ve seen them fail.  Broken and stressed, I’ve found them in my driveway, contemplating ways to break into my garage to steal my daughter’s Razor scooter.

I’ve also seen them get up and endure it all again.   Day after day. Semester after semester. Year after year.  They persevere not because they get the summers “off”, or because their bankrupted pension is so wonderful, but because they believe the student’s future is precious.  They know that if they can reach just one in the multitude all the shit will be worth it—until they catch their breath and decide that if they can reach one, they can reach another.  And the cycle repeats, because they are teachers.

There’s a good lesson there.

A real teacher knows he can never quit, because the student’s future is precious—just as precious as a dream is to any man or woman who harbors it.     

So instead of whining about experiencing the rejection many writers have, I’m going to get back to work and back to doing what I enjoy.

I’m going to write—just as soon as I free the history teacher who got his ass wedged in my garage window.

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6 thoughts on “Derailed, or Why I Have to Change All My On-Line Bio’s

  1. Even in a brief post, I admire your commitment. That’s too bad about your problems with representation. I hope you find another agent, and that you keep on putting pen to paper.

    You have to admit, though, the witch hat and scooter-riding shenanigans would make for an interesting chapter in a memoir.

  2. beachbum says:

    There’s a liquor store down the street. I’m considering putting on the witch’s hat my wife got for Halloween, stripping down to the Speedo’s, and riding my daughter’s Razor scooter in big, winding arcs through every ditch I can find on my way to uncovering the Holy Grail of 12-packs.

    For reasons having to do with my imprisonment in pod people suburbia I often contemplate doing something similar.

    You know it puzzles the utter Hell out of me that our society will pay some brain dead jock tens of millions to throw, run with, or catch a damn ball but these same people go into seizures whenever giving a pay raise is mentioned.

    Seriously what I find funny is how on one hand certain people whine about how ineffective public school teachers are with their precious tax dollars being wasted. Then on the other hand these same people go ballistic at the barest and illogical rumor something “socialistic” is being taught which might brain wash their children into anti-capitalistic beliefs,

    • Ray Yanek says:

      I’ve quit trying to understand it myself, Beach. Teachers are people, so granted they’re not always perfect, but what these same people don’t understand is that the students here these complaints from the community, you know? And that seriously effects the way a young person views the importance of school and education in general.

      It’s sad…and I don’t mean for just the teacher.

      Thanks for posting as it’s always good to hear from you.

  3. Stuart R. says:

    *while raising a glass of delicious home brew* I salute you sir! As a teacher, and a colleague, I wish to offer you a word of advice. Ride the scooter. Wear the hat. Avoid the speedo’s. Drink. Then drink some more. Then write. A side note. Speedo’s chafe and are good on no one with male genitalia. Just a thought.

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