I often find myself in the middle of the fray thinking, “What am I doing here?” If I were to describe myself in an eight-word sentence it’d go like this.
I teach, write, read, and have problems following directions.
In my 33 years on earth, I’ve been writing poorly and goodly for close to two-thirds of that time. I am an English and journalism teacher who is way in over his head with way too much to do. I fumble my way through sports media at a local high school and attempt to develop quality communication skills in the youth of today (attempt emphasized).
I’ve been blessed to grow up in the great state of Mississippi. Depending how you feel about the landmass, you may disagree, but this place has made me into the person I am today.
Previously, I worked as a copy editor, designer, mediocre photographer, and writer for The Clarion Ledger all during the great newspaper crash of 2008 and 2009.
I’ve taught 8th-12th grade since 2009, teaching in a struggling school then teaching in the number one school in the state. I haven’t seen it all, but I’ve seen inner city kids achieve the impossible and privileged kids defy their spoiled stereotypes.
I’ve proudly taught American and British literature, world geography, psychology, sociology, yearbook, and journalism. I’ve coached junior high football (semi-against my will), baseball, tennis, soccer, and I’m currently in charge of live streaming sporting events as well as the high school’s athletic Web site. Needless to say, I need to learn how to say “no.”
I’m an avid people watcher. Just assume I remember everything I see. I don’t, but just assume that’s the case.
My writing style is inspired by the likes of Rick Bragg, Wright Thompson, Joel Stein, Marshall Ramsey, Earnest Hemingway, Hunter S. Thompson, and any other names I can drop that make me seem legit.
I’ve been married to my wife for over a decade. She’s the only person who feels like putting up with me, and she’s probably the smartest person I know. Often she is the only person whose opinion really seems to matter. We have two kids who have inherited their mother’s grace and beauty and my abrasive attitude. God save them.
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