Taking a Breather: My Dream

I cannot believe I did not rant yesterday. I apologize to my readers...or lack thereof.

Today, however, I'm going to take a moment to discuss my dream and why its my dream. I'm an English major, and for a while now, I've been wondering what to do with my degree.

I started on this major wanting to be an English teacher, you know the cool ones from high school who know their shit and do cart wheels when the principal isn't looking. I kind of wanted to be like Morgan Freeman from Lean on Me, start off as the best damn English teacher ever and then get called upon to fix a dying system.

Then, the system didn't just die, it turned into a zombie.

Teachers taught to get good scores on weekly tests so their schools don't close so they can continue to lower standards, get good enough scores, and so on. The life was sucked out of the education system in this country and was replaced with an insatiable hunger for good results but no real reward.

I hate George W. Bush and his No Child Left Behind.

We should just get rid of standardized tests and replace them with an army of one on one testers who test to each student's specific learning needs and potentials. It would stop students being taught for testing, and it would open up a new profession!

Anyway, after the zombification of my one true love, I didn't want to change my major, but I sure as hell did not want to teach drones how to be drones in a world that requires and deserves more than that. So I discovered Editing. I decided on this career path, because I love literature. So why not? I could help fix up the next Charles Dickens or Emily Dickinson and get their words out there.

It wasn't until recently that I realized that lulu.com is a thing and I'm not much for advertising.

This morning, I read "Spokenwordlife" by Kelly Zen-Yie Tsai for my gender studies class. I still want to edit, but I want to focus on the people who can't get published because of some sort of prejudice. I want to help the unheard voices reach the people of this wonderful world, because words and voices are of the utmost importance. What if the next Charles Dickens is part of a minority that is being blocked by the predominantly white publishing world? We need more literature and poetry from the voices that history tends to forget or how will we ever know anything other than what we are allowed by society to know?

Maybe after removing prejudice from publishing, I'll find the cure for our poor zombie of an education system.

Vive.