The New Frontier

Does it sound strange that I've always longed to be a temporary building teacher? You know what I'm talking about. Your district's answer to overcrowding? That collection of portable buildings that have taken over the of the football team's practice field? We call ours the "The Trailer Park", but I've heard others refer to theirs as "Egypt" or "Samoa" due to their distance from campus.

I don't know. Maybe I'm crazy. I've heard that they can get hot, they're creaky; and then there's whole distance thing that I was talking about. But all of that would be worth it, if it meant that I would be left alone. According to the rumors, the trailer trash (those that teach out there) haven't seen an administrator out in the back forty in five years.

Perhaps I'm romanticizing this, but the whole thing seems like the Wild West. There's a rowdy lawlessness to it, like that one time when the senior prank resulted in one of the trailers being wrapped entirely in duct tape.

But the teacher is the judge, jury and executioner. Like I heard that this one teacher who sent her kid to pick up trash outside because he kept playing trash can basketball in her class.

Plus, if all the rumors are true, then that means the teachers have set up a volleyball net out there and play for items that students left behind. That sounds like fun.