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Why Teaching Requires More Than Pedagogy

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As someone who holds a Master’s degree in Anthropology, I entered the world of education with both passion and purpose. While my primary focus was cultural anthropology, I—like every graduate in the discipline—was trained in all four subfields: cultural, linguistic, archaeological, and biological anthropology. That meant I not only studied cultures and societies, but also the scientific method, human evolution, genetics, and the biological roots of human behavior. I came to education with a deep respect for science and evidence-based learning.

This is why, during an assignment as a substitute teacher in a high school science class in Illinois, I was shocked when the regular teacher told me—without hesitation—that “scientific theories are not factual.” He dismissed evolution as “make believe,” clearly unaware that a scientific theory is one of the highest forms of scientific understanding—built upon repeated observation, experimentation, and peer review. Evolution is the cornerstone of modern biology, not a matter of personal belief.

This isn’t a harmless slip-up. This is a fundamental failure in teacher preparation. It’s not enough to teach students how to learn if we’re giving them incorrect or ideologically distorted content. I’ve read critiques arguing that college should be limited to learning within one’s major, and that students should have mastered foundational knowledge in high school. The reality is, many high school students aren’t mastering those foundations—because their teachers are not adequately prepared to teach them.

Too many teacher preparation programs emphasize methods over mastery. Aspiring educators are trained extensively in classroom management, differentiated instruction, and educational theory—yet not always required to have a deep command of the subjects they will teach. In some cases, they’re licensed to teach science with little more than a generalist background.

And the problem doesn’t end with science.

I was working toward my teaching license through a Master of Arts in Teaching (MAT) program when I encountered another systemic problem—this time around sex education. I have a sex-positive stance, one rooted in both personal conviction and research-based evidence. In one health class I observed, students were assigned to budget for the costs of raising a newborn. It was clear the goal was to instill fear—to use financial anxiety as a scare tactic to promote abstinence. But studies have consistently shown that abstinence-only education not only fails to prevent teen pregnancy and STIs but can also be psychologically harmful, particularly to students who do become young parents.

Sexual health education should be empowering and factual, not shame-driven. But when I expressed my concerns, I encountered resistance—not just from individual educators, but from the institution itself.

Things came to a head when a student created a video montage of several posts from my account on X (formerly Twitter). These were not instructional posts. They were personal, blunt statements about my sexual desires—an expression of my identity as a sex-positive transgender woman and my belief that it is okay to have sexual feelings as a man or trans woman who is attracted to men. These posts were part of my advocacy: normalizing desire, refusing shame, and affirming the validity of trans and queer sexuality.

The school’s administration didn’t see it that way. Despite my academic progress and professional goals, my student teaching was terminated by the principal and HR. The university I was attending stated that they supported me—but they offered no legal or practical assistance in dealing with the district. Ultimately, I was left to fend for myself, and I made the painful decision to withdraw from the MAT program.

This experience left me disillusioned but not without resolve. It exposed not only the institutional discomfort with sex positivity and LGBTQ+ inclusion, but also a broader systemic issue: we are not preparing teachers who are content experts, nor are we protecting those who challenge outdated or harmful norms. We are failing both our educators and our students.

This is why I firmly believe that the time has come to rethink our entire approach to public education. In today’s complex and fast-paced world, a high school diploma is no longer sufficient preparation for the workforce—or for responsible citizenship. I believe a community college education should become the new baseline, just as a high school diploma was once considered the minimum requirement. Community colleges offer an affordable, accessible means of deepening one’s understanding of science, mathematics, communication, and civic literacy. They can provide a critical bridge to more specialized training and help ensure that our future educators, health workers, and citizens are equipped with both knowledge and critical thinking skills.

We need teachers who understand evolution, who can explain the scientific method, who are prepared to address the realities of human sexuality without resorting to fear or shame. We need school districts that protect educators from ideological purges, and universities that do more than offer symbolic support when their students face political or cultural backlash.

I may have been pushed out of the MAT program, but I have not given up on education. I still believe deeply in the power of teaching—and in the need for radical reform in how we prepare those who take on that responsibility.

Our students deserve teachers who are not only caring and skilled, but who actually know what they’re talking about. Anything less is a betrayal of their potential.

The Challenges of Funding a Passion Project

There’s something both thrilling and terrifying about trying to bring a dream to life—especially when that dream involves starting your own business. For me, it’s a deeply personal and creative endeavor, one rooted in storytelling, artistry, and adult-themed gaming content. I’ve spent years imagining what this project could become. I’ve laid out sourcebooks, sketched out mechanics, worldbuilding lore, and even envisioned the types of illustrations that would bring it all to life. But as with so many creative projects, the vision is the easy part. The real challenge? Funding.

Starting a business from scratch isn’t just about passion. It’s about resources. And when you’re bootstrapping, every decision becomes a balance between what’s necessary and what’s possible. I’ve had to navigate not only the costs of creating a product—writing, editing, illustration, marketing—but also the costs of forming the business itself: registration fees, professional services, and a platform to actually share the work.

There’s this common idea that if you’re determined and the project is good enough, the money will follow. But that’s not the reality for most of us. Grants and loans tend to favor more conventional ventures. Crowdfunding is a gamble that requires a large and active fanbase before you even launch. And personal savings? That can only stretch so far before you’re making choices between paying for groceries or commissioning another piece of art.

Every step of the way, I’ve asked myself whether it’s worth it. Whether I’m chasing something too niche, too risky, too outside the mainstream. But I keep coming back to the same answer: yes, it is worth it. Not because it’s easy, but because it speaks to something I believe in. I want to create spaces where people feel seen, where fantasy and identity can meet in authentic and affirming ways.

I’m still in the early stages—lining up my structure, scouting for collaborators, and planning out ways to generate steady content. I’ve committed to using a monthly subscription platform to slowly build a following and earn enough to commission the assets I need. It’s a marathon, not a sprint. But it’s mine.

If you’re also in the middle of starting something big with not enough money and a heart full of hope, I see you. It’s hard. It’s exhausting. But it’s not impossible.

We create because we must—and we fight to build something lasting because someone out there is waiting to see what only we can offer.

Faithful to the Rams Since Childhood

When I think back to 1980, a year filled with iconic cultural moments and personal milestones, one event stands out vividly in my memory: Super Bowl XIV. On that day, January 20, 1980, the Los Angeles Rams squared off against the Pittsburgh Steelers in a showdown that cemented my lifelong fandom for the Rams.

I was nine years old at the time and didn’t know too much about the game itself, but it was thrilling to watch. The Rams entered the Super Bowl as the underdogs, facing off against a dynasty. The Steelers, led by Terry Bradshaw, were going for their fourth championship in six years. Meanwhile, the Rams had clawed their way to the big game for the first time in franchise history, showcasing grit and determination. Their resilience mirrored something in me—a belief that with heart and hard work, anything was possible.

That game was a rollercoaster of emotions. I remember watching Vince Ferragamo, the Rams’ quarterback, defy expectations with his poise and precision. There was a moment in the third quarter when it felt like the Rams might actually pull it off. Ferragamo connected with Billy Waddy for a 50-yard pass, setting up a touchdown that put the Rams ahead. My heart soared. For those fleeting moments, it seemed as if the impossible was within reach.

But as the fourth quarter unfolded, the Steelers’ experience and star power took over. Lynn Swann and John Stallworth made spectacular plays, and the Rams’ defense, which had fought valiantly, couldn’t hold off Bradshaw and his offense forever. The final score, 31-19, didn’t tell the whole story. The Rams had played with courage and passion, and their underdog spirit had won me over completely.

As a Rams fan living in Chicagoland, my devotion to the team has always set me apart. In a region dominated by Bears fans, I’ve proudly worn my Rams gear and cheered them on through thick and thin. The 1980s were an especially intriguing era to follow the team. Although the Rams didn’t make it back to the Super Bowl during that decade, they were consistently competitive, making the playoffs nearly every year under head coach John Robinson.

I admired players like Eric Dickerson, whose electrifying runs made him one of the greatest running backs of all time. His 1984 season, when he set the single-season rushing record with 2,105 yards, remains one of the most remarkable individual performances in NFL history. The Rams’ defense, nicknamed the “Fearsome Foursome” in earlier eras, continued to be a force, anchored by players like Jack Youngblood and Nolan Cromwell.

Despite their success, the Rams often found themselves just short of the ultimate prize. Heartbreaking playoff losses to teams like the Chicago Bears and the San Francisco 49ers defined much of the decade. Yet, their persistence and ability to rebuild year after year only deepened my admiration for the team. Even from afar, I felt a connection to their determination and grit, traits that resonated with me as I navigated life in the Midwest.

When the team moved to St. Louis in 1995, I was excited about the opportunity to have them closer geographically. While they were based in St. Louis, I made it a point to attend at least one game every season. Those trips were special—a chance to see my team in person and connect with other fans. Watching the Rams grow into a powerhouse during the late 1990s was exhilarating. The 1999 season, when they earned the nickname “The Greatest Show on Turf,” was nothing short of magical. Led by Kurt Warner, Marshall Faulk, and Isaac Bruce, the Rams had one of the most explosive offenses in NFL history. Their Super Bowl XXXIV victory over the Tennessee Titans was unforgettable, especially that final defensive stand that sealed the win.

Even during the lean years that followed, my loyalty to the team never wavered. The sense of community I felt attending games in St. Louis was unmatched, and those moments remain some of my favorite memories as a fan.

Their move back to LA in 2016 changed things for me logistically, but my passion for the team remains as strong as ever. It is my hope to one day see a game at their current stadium, SoFi Stadium, and experience the energy of the Rams’ home crowd once again.

Today, I look back on that day in 1980 with gratitude. Super Bowl XIV wasn’t just the beginning of my love for the Rams; it was the start of a lifelong relationship with football, a sport that has brought me community, connection, and countless memories. The Rams taught me that even in defeat, there is honor in giving your all and leaving it all on the field. And for that, I’ll always be grateful.

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