Literature provides tools with which to grapple with existential anguish.– M. Garrett Bauman (via asongofmyself)
Okay, seriously… Did someone else in my family SERIOUSLY just get diagnosed with an aggressive form of breast cancer today? I’m starting to feel like a Kennedy. When is the plane going to finally crash?
Sporadic "Hump Day" Musings
I mentioned to one of my classes today something about it being “Hump Day.” In all seriousness, one of my students replied, “I didn’t think you were the kind of teacher who would tell a dirty joke!” lol I never even considered that they would interpret that phrase that way. I guess I’ll never use that one in a room full of 9th graders again… …I...
"You know you're old when..."
You work at the high school you attended back in the day. You notice an old friend’s name scrawled in a 10th grader’s handwriting in the front cover of a battered copy of To Kill a Mockingbird and say, “Hey, that kid was in my class back in the day!” “Wow, you’ve been teaching since 2004? That’s a REALLY LONG TIME AGO,” says the student who is now...
I know I haven’t posted any of my own writing in an exceptionally long time, but that’s bound to happen when faced with a job that consumes every aspect of one’s life (not complaining, but let’s be honest: quality teaching requires 110% dedication and a lot of extra work), grad school classes, and dealing with a plethora of issues on the homefront. But what better time to...