Forgiveness

I started a post this morning and then decided to retract it because it wasn't written very well (which hasn't really stopped me before) nor was it what I think I really have wanted to say.

I should be working on a performance for my class tomorrow at 2 about pedagogical bodies and disciplining, especially female teacher's bodies into very rigid and oppressive systems. But I'm not. I explained to my writing class that I often have to write here before I can write anywhere else. So, before I do that, I have a couple of things waiting to come out.

I think both being broken up with and moving are two of THE BIGGEST crazy-makers out there. Luckily for me and everyone around me, I have gotten to do both in a matter of months. While I think I have done pretty well, considering that adding onto those two things a pile of stress from teaching, TAing, and actually being in a real class again, getting ready to propose comprehensive exam questions, and eventually a dissertation proposal, a mound of social stress, and what do you get? You get me. Me who is trying to wrestle with achieving inner-piece through meditation and prayer, but also trying to not be an emotional invalid, who doesn't let people to walk all over them anymore.

This is where that pedagogical body intervention thing happens. I think that for a long time I lived in a beautiful place and had this life that was beautiful. But for me being in that place was actually very stifling to who I am. And this is because of me, because of who I allowed myself to be when I was there. I allowed the lifestyle of the mountains to wash over me and actually overwhelm who I am as a person. Because when I was there, I wasn't me, or the most-authentic version of me that I eventually want to be (a person who really values diversity and richness of experience, also known as living in a place that stays open passed 9 p.m. in the winter, a person who is loud and outspoken for people and things she loves, and a person who needs change.)

Much like my first quarter of teaching, I tried to force myself to belong in a very rigid way to a community I was always on the outside too. I was always trying to be what a "cool" teacher is supposed to be like. I forced myself to lose a lot of what I value in the world because I wanted to be "cool." While this was me, as performance is never separated from identity, it isn't who I always want to be. I wore really specific clothes, business-casual, I tried to put on upper-middle class airs, with high waisted skirts and dressy shirts. I tried to be cool and calm and a bit sexy to get my male students to take note. I made sure everything was perfect, that my performance matched up with what was expected of me. A little "Hot for Teacher" never hurt anybody.

I hid from conflict, shied away. It was easier to just be quiet, just be small. Taking up space didn't seem to be my role in the classroom. Looking back, everyday, before class I would rush to the bathroom, to check that all of my hairs were in place, that I had nothing in my teeth, or hanging out of my nose. I would apply one last, fresh coat of beige to my face, covering up any pores, dusting off any black smudges of eyeliner or mascara. I would walk into that classroom, set my things down, perfectly. The room was tiered so the students sat above me, and the spotlight of their eyes focused intently. I felt like I was the center of attention and hated it so much, that I tried to avoid it at all costs. Avoid. Do not be loud. Let everyone be louder, make more noise, be better at everything for me. And my body suffered, my scholarship suffered, my heart suffered for trying to constantly be small.

I was doing my best, but I do not like that person. One of my written evals said, "She doesn't tell us what she thinks enough. She just turns it around, like what do you all think?" And this was written like a bad thing, like why could I not be gutsier to talk about my opinions? Why is it that sometimes the best most liberating spaces, squelch us the most? Or why can it be productive for some and all-consuming for others? This is as true a performance in life as it is in teaching. To be honest, I don't see a ton of difference between the two.

I am not a very good teacher. Yet. I am not the best at living my life yet either. But I love being in the process. Of pretty much making mistakes and then fixing them or letting some go unfixed. But what I am learning even more is that I am in process of forgiving. Of forgiving people who have hurt me, but mostly of forgiving myself and allowing myself the time and energy to heal the way I need to. Which, for all you unlucky people out there, is loudly, is proudly, in community. While this may not be what you are used to, while it may make me a bitch, or crazy, I think it is just a bit of the old me making a comeback. But because it is a process, I offer, this video/lyrics from the Glee Ep, "Original Songs." Because. I. AM. Rachel.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ltA50HKyM14

What have I done? I wish I could run
Away from this ship goin' under
Just tryin' to help, hurt everyone
Now I feel the weight of the world is
On my shoulders
What can you do when your good isn't good enough?
When all that you touch tumbles down?
'Cause my best intentions keep making a mess of things
I just wanna fix it somehow
But how many it times will it take?
Oh, how many times will it take for me?
To get it right
To get it ri-igh-ight
Can I start again with my faith shaken?
'Cause I can't go back and undo this
I just have to stay and face my mistakes
But if I get stronger and wiser
I'll get through thisWhat can you do when your good isn't good enough?
When all that you touch tumbles down?
'Cause my best intentions keep making a mess of things
I just wanna fix it somehow
But how many it times will it take?
Oh, how many times will it take for me?
To get it right
To get it ri-igh-ight
So I throw up my fist
I will punch in the air
And accept the truth that sometimes life isn't fair
Yeah, I'll send out a wish
Yeah, I'll send up a prayer
And finally, someone will see
How much I care!
What can you do when your good isn't good enough?
When all that you touch tumbles down?
'Cause my best intentions keep making a mess of things
I just wanna fix it somehow
But how many it times will it take?
Oh, how many times will it take for me?
To get it right
To get it ri-igh-ight