I started this blog in order to, well, basically, gain some notoriety and make friends with similar interests, and maybe set up a blog of my teaching, what it entails and how others could lay the groundwork to help free the minds of other students in other classrooms everywhere.
I now know that this was some sort of hubris in the highest order. The reason I could never find the time to blog about any of my experiences or anything else for that matter were not because that I am a self-sabatoging hypocrite (though I sometimes feel that I am), but rather that I wasn't sabotaging myself at all. I was simply preventing myself from my own inflated ego and narcissistic pride and grandiose ideas. Now that I took some time to shed my expectations, I can try to write about some of my experiences and ideas (not all of them, though, mind you), successes and failures, my dreams and nightmares (much more of the latter than the former), and all of the events that are currently shaping who I am.
Maybe one day, people will read this and say, "wow, that sounds like me!" Or, most likely, maybe not. It really doesn't matter.
What matters is what I do.
My way of teaching is a form of resistance in, and of, itself. I like to think that I am laying the groundwork for the survival of life after the collapse of civilization, but I know that that is too grandiose of an idea. Basically, I have to understand that I can only do that which I can do. I can help students break free. I can teach them that trees and animals DO speak. I can teach them how to be self-sufficient. I can teach them to rebuild tribal networks. I can teach them that they belong to no one but the earth. I can teach them to begin finding a connection with all the life around them. I can stop being a teacher in their eyes and begin to become something else. I can become what I was always meant to be. I can be me and stop trying to put masks on all the time. I can accept that I am not the insane one here, but that I am a sane person in an insane culture running off a cliff and I'm trying to find a rope to hold onto. If that means I have to trip a few people here and there, then so be it. To say "I am" is incorrect. I exist, I resist and I fight, and I will keep fighting until no breath flows through my lungs. Then I will go back to the earth from whence I came and focus my energy on life and helping all life survive.
Yours truly, in rage, love and resistance,
Michael C. Stange
[One name] to my life and love...
Stange to my friends...
Michael to my blood relatives...
Cuauhtemoc to the Volcano...
Call me...
