People Like Us, Too Teacher's Book

People liked to sing a few bars of БЂњMe and Mrs. JonesБЂ«from time to time. Some of the younger women from the street called her the OG, Original Gangster, and she loved that. БЂњThatБЂ™s meБЂ¦ the OG! IБЂ™m crazyБЂ¦ like a fox!БЂ«she would cackle, tapping her temple. She seemed to lack any filter and would say exactly what she thought at any time. Although interacting with Mrs. Jones required patience, I liked her, and her candor too. I wasnБЂ™t allowed to be a dog trainer, but surely the right job for me was here somewhere? Danbury had a distinct labor hierarchy, and I was at the bottom of it. I wanted to teach in the GED program, which was overseen by a staff teacher and augmented by prisoners who were БЂњtutors.БЂ«The handful of middle-class, educated prisoners with whom I often ate meals warned me against it. Although the programБЂ™s female staffer was well liked, they said the combination of a bad program with captive and often surly students made for a crappy work environment. БЂњNot a pleasant experience!БЂ«БЂњCluster fuck.БЂ«БЂњI copped out after a month.БЂ«It sounded like my friend EdБЂ™s job teaching public high school in New York City ...»