Thank God it’s Friday, for my kids’ sake more than my own. Today I was downright a word I wouldn’t publish in a blog, and I could feel it. I could feel the poison seeping out of me, negativity washing down my face, pushing the frizz off the side of my head, weighing down each…
read more »I told Facebook; now the only place left to tell is my blog, my sadly neglected little blog: I’ve been accepted to law school – UConn and University of Oklahoma. Everyone expects me to be overjoyed; I expected me to be overjoyed. But I feel like the dog who chases cars. He wouldn’t have any…
read more »I need to go outside, stand in the sun for a while. Read 1Q84 for a while, call my sister. I’m friends with a chunk of TFA Detroit, and as a result my kids are pen-pals with a nice bunch at a charter. Yesterday talking with a Detroit CM, I learned one of our pen-pals…
read more »Last night I finally went out to dinner with mah girl Miss H, after a much-too-long haitus. Despite teaching at the same school, we answer to different administrators, have separate secretaries, and see each other maybe once a week, for about three seconds. Our dinner turned into a two-hours gab fest, primarily focusing on school…
read more »Acknowledgement: The last post was depressing, within reason. It’s never nice to be given something then have it taken away. Aside from that little tug at my gut, I was mostly relieved at the great disappearing act of the Sacramento offer. This is because it 1) helped narrow down options 2) stopped me from rationalizing…
read more »In college, I read an essay by Donald Antrim called “I Bought a Bed,” which is where the title of this post comes from. The essay is about Antrim’s many unsuccessful attempts to find a bed after the death of his mother. At the end of the essay, Antrim writes: “I stood in my empty room.…
read more »I try very very hard to be very very honest on this blog. That sounds like an easy thing to do, especially since I’m a sixth grade teacher who spends her life trying to separate strands of truth and fiction from children who insist that they need to go to the bathroom/counselor/nurse/principal/other teacher RIGHT NOW…
read more »So I’ve finally started to intensely do vocabulary lessons after….well….months of not being sure how (or when) to incorporate vocabulary into my daily lessons. Because, Law and Order voice: In the English Language Arts classroom, curriculum is divided into three separate, but equally important, parts: grammar, reading, and writing. And trying to fit direct vocabulary…
read more »As if that wasn’t already happening for the past 18 months, future prospects are dwindling. Thursday after school I piled in the car with the boy roommates, so Art Teacher could buy a new car and I could get dropped off at the airport. After an entire week of <4 hours of sleep, I sat…
read more »Wow, I never thought I’d be writing in this blog again. And I didn’t actually think I’d say these words. I thought I could leave teaching, leave TFA and never look back. But…I miss teaching. For a month or so I was really depressed – about leaving teaching, Houston and my life. I started my…
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