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D.A. Adams is the author of the Brotherhood of Dwarves series and the Sam Skeen saga. He received a Master of Arts in Writing from the University of Memphis in 1999 and taught college English for 16 years. He is the father to two amazing sons and resides in East Tennessee.

Thursday Afternoon Ramblings

I just read an article about the NFL CBA dispute, and it really makes me sick.  How fucking greedy can people be?  The owners, all multi-billionaires on their own, are unwilling to share more of the pie with the athletes, all of whom make more in one season than I can make in my career as a teacher.  Really, guys?  At this point in our nation’s economic situation, you are going to squabble over how you share the $9 billion a year revenue?  Maybe I’m just overly sensitive, but that just seems like a slap in the face to every middle-class citizen in this country.  Most of us are struggling, really struggling, just to see a little daylight in our lives, and you greedy bastards are fighting over sharing billions.  That just infuriates me.

If one game, even pre-season, gets cancelled over this bullshit, I swear I’ll stop watching.  Major League Baseball pulled the same horseshit in 94, and the sport nearly went bankrupt before they let Mark McGuire juice up and hit extra-far-traveling baseballs in that sham 98 season.  Many people who were avid baseball fans haven’t seen a game since 94, and I will be like one of them.  You are already overpaid, all of you, and now at this point, you want to get even more greedy?  That’s a big load of bullshit, and I won’t be part of it.

I realize that my lone little act of defiance won’t really make a difference in this argument, and long-term, much like baseball, the NFL will survive, but the greed just astonishes me.

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Thursday Morning Ramblings

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As a teacher, I’ve become a shadow of my former self.  There was a time when all of my attention and focus was on the students and their needs.  Now, I find myself aggravated when a student asks a question that I’ve already covered.  “Why can’t you grasp this?” I think.  The younger, less burnt-out me understood that some students need to hear things a couple of different ways before the light bulb comes on.  Now, I just feel exhausted from explaining and re-explaining the same concepts over and over and over.

Yesterday, I realized that I’ve become that teacher who runs from the building at every chance.  Lunch hour?  Get out of my way.  End of the day?  Try to keep up.  As a student, I never understood those teachers.  “Why are they still here if they are so unhappy?” I would ponder.  Now, I realize that getting away from this profession is not so easy.

I’m a good salesperson and could go back to that, but I’m not sure I want to work for somebody else.  I want to get the farm going and productive and work for myself for the first time in my life.  I have a good plan and some clearly set goals, but all of it takes time, and I feel like the time here is choking the life from me.

I’m well aware that I’m fortunate to have a job and a steady income, and I am grateful for that fact.  My best friend was out of work for nearly a full year, so I saw firsthand how devastating that can be, not just financially but emotionally and spiritually as well.  So I do count my blessings and recognize that things could be much, much worse.

But coming to work every day feeling as if the job is killing me is no way to live, so I’m going to make this farm successful.  All I need is time to get it off the ground.

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Wednesday Morning Ramblings

How many of us feel like we’ve been transported to Bizarro World when we weren’t looking?  It really feels like our society is collapsing all around us.  Basic etiquette is dead; common decency is so rare that when it does happen it feels foreign and out of place; patience has faded into the past; personal pride is vanishing before our eyes.  What the hell is happening to us?  There’s no simple answer, and any solutions will be met with resistance and controversy by the ones who wish to maintain the status quo, but one of the biggest issues we now face is the rampant apathy that has seeped into every crack and crevice of our culture.

When Christina Aguilera flubbed the National Anthem at the Super Bowl, at first, I wrote it off to nerves.  I mean, with hundreds of millions of viewers in nearly two hundred countries, anyone could be overwhelmed by the pressure.  However, it turns out that one of the biggest factors is that she blew off rehearsal beforehand.  One of the basic tenets that will hold true for as long as people attempt anything is this: “You are going to play how you practice, so practice how you want to play.”  I don’t know how many thousands of dollars she was paid for that performance, but whatever the amount, she should have had the gumption to at least rehearse it fully on the stage before doing it live.  But I believe apathy took over.  Who cares if I get it right.  It’s just the National Anthem.

How many times have you walked into a business and been greeted by someone who seems as if they would rather be anywhere but at their job?  There’s a Subway on Douglas Dam Road that I won’t be a patron to anymore because the workers there are the most apathetic, lazy people I’ve seen in a business.  But they aren’t alone.  Nearly every cashier in every fuel station I’ve been in for the last ten years has had a glazed, dull expression on their face.  Now, I get that those jobs aren’t the greatest in the world, but could it possibly be that the reason the person is stuck in that job is their attitude?

I’m a classic Gen-Xer, so I’m not claiming that I haven’t had my moments of apathy, but I like to think that in every job I’ve ever held, regardless of how menial, I’ve taken pride in the work I’ve done.  I can’t comprehend this new level of detachment that is ruining us.  Not too long ago, we were the greatest nation on this planet, and we carried ourselves with pride in our lives and jobs.  Now, we just seem like a bunch of slouchers going through the motions.  That’s not my country.  That’s not the society I want to live in, but how do we change this?  From my experiences teaching, I’m certain education alone can’t fix it.  So how do we restore our national pride and get people back to caring about the quality of their lives?