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Monday, October 19, 2009

Starfiend Distro is Reopened


via Everyone's Blog Posts - We Make Zines by Jenn Star on 10/16/09
Starfiend Distro is back home in San Francisco and open for orders. I have a bunch of new zines in stock, just need to find the time to write descriptions for them!

Please note the new address:
628 Central Ave #4
San Francisco, CA 94117

Just added to the catalog at http://www.starfiend.com -
Truckface #13
Sigh. New Truckface usually signifies the end of summer and this issue is no different. LB's produced the usual thick text-heavy zine with the printed cover, this time chronicling the more challenging bits of her first full year as a teacher in Chicago.
Circumstances are not in LB's favor as she starts the year out "temping", and then is transferred to cover a maternity leave. This issue mainly focuses on the seventh period class that showed her all the respect due a substitute teacher.
Some highlights from the classroom include:
A (male) student who liked to disrupt class by talking loudly and vulgarly about breasts coming out to LB.
LB jokingly asking for (and being given) a rose that a female student was carrying around only to discover that the roses all the girls had that day were associated with true love waits (and that taking the rose was symbolic of taking the girl's virginity).
Getting a kid who had never done a single assignment to make a book about his future.
There are many more hopeful and heartbreaking moments of course.
LB almost loses it over winter break, with her partner telling her that he doesn't want her to teach anymore. By the end of the two weeks though, LB is missing it.
Two weeks of reflection is enough time to start missing the students. It's enough time to remember the good and try to be accountable for the bad, coming up with new strategies to maintain it, new ways to get over my newly acquired control freakishness of nature.
Two weeks is enough time to have my chin hairs grow out into sprawling lengths and shades of brown, black, and gray. They had been carefully monitored and meticulously groomed for months, hoping to not add any new nicknames to my collection . . . two weeks is enough for me and my students to forget what it is like to walk through these hallways to hear laughter and excuses. It takes five minutes to remember my stance, arms across my chest, legs wide apart, scowl on my face to act the part of hallway enforcer, "Ladies and Gentlemen, let's get to classssss!"


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