You know those dreams when you're running really fast but not going anywhere? Or you're going somewhere, but at an agonizingly slow pace? I hate those dreams. Well that's what my life feels like, and I know I'm not the first person to feel that way. (cue unoriginal venting music) (I'm not sure what that … Continue reading An unoriginal (but nevertheless important) question
Time to Reflect, a haiku
I had time this week Time to get ahead...prepare.... The week's over. SHIT.
He’s not available
Why I haven't fallen apart yet (those are my lesson plans, after I couldn't figure out the damn printer):
I decided to speak up
In my last post, I mentioned that I had gotten another job. I know what stresses me out, so I asked to shadow the teacher who is leaving for his last two days. This way I could meet the kids and see what kinds of things they're working on. This is the first time I've … Continue reading I decided to speak up
unedited (no judgment)
This is a brain free-for-all. That's the only warning you get. This is me, uncensored, unedited, free. I don't do New Year's Resolutions in January. I do a "WORD OF THE YEAR." I've kept record of what my words of the year were: 2011: contentment 2012: perspective 2013: wisdom 2014: lululu (loosen up, lighten up, … Continue reading unedited (no judgment)
August 31
I wrote the following text on facebook on August 31st, before I left my job. I'm adding it here now as a reminder of how important a support system is when we're stepping in to new territory. Also, I want to tag it in another post I'm working on. "I'm in my classroom, waiting for … Continue reading August 31
Balrog’s whip
“All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.” I love the Lord of the Rings movies. Shamefully, I've never read the books, but it's on my List of Things I'll Probably Never Do. Finishing Les Miserables (the book, not the musical) is another optimistic goal. In the … Continue reading Balrog’s whip
Non sequitur
September 19-20, 2011 She asked me to bring her back up to Milwaukee that weekend. I knew her 1-year-old son, Micah, had relapsed. He had Acute Myeloid Leukemia, and they had tried everything. We drove up on a Monday morning. I remember what I was wearing: my brown corduroy maternity pants that I had splurged … Continue reading Non sequitur
Restart
Since I started this here blog as a way to chronicle my return to work, I guess it's fitting that I should have to start (again) at the beginning. I'm back to square one, and BY GOLLY DARN IT ¹, I'm gonna chronicle this shit.² Knowing my track record, I'm probably going to fail. It's okay … Continue reading Restart
On the Bright Side (or not)
My mother called me a "Susie Sunshine" when I was younger because I always tried to flip things around to see the good side of them. If you know me well, you know I have an equally-present "Debbie Downer" side, too. If I'm in the wrong mood, I see the potential for chaos and failure … Continue reading On the Bright Side (or not)
