Wednesday’s open line


Funny story:

When I first came to North Carolina and got my teaching job, I couldn’t find a place to live in Henderson, so I ended up renting an apartment on Ashe Avenue in Raleigh.

As the landlady was scrutinizing me across the bed of her pick-up truck, the hot summer sun glinting off of her tooth, she asked what brought me down to North Carolina.

I said I was going to teach at Henderson Middle School in Vance County.

Without skipping a beat, she said:

“If you break the lease, I’m keeping your deposit.”

(I did break the lease, but not for the reason she thought I would. And she did keep the deposit.)

As I begin my ninth year of teaching in Vance County, all the Yankees I started with back in 1998 are gone. In fact, with the exception of a few individuals, almost everyone in that whole cohort I started with are gone, Yankee or Scion of the South.

Where have all the teachers gone, and why, and how can get get them to stay? Hint: it’s probably more than just money.