Hey friends, I need some help. Over the past few months I’ve been feeling incredibly hopeful and optimistic about my future in schools. I’ve had a shift in attitude from wanting to abandon the system to wanting to revolutionize it. Most of you probably have a huge amount of experience in schools as a student. Could you all do me a massive favour and be completely blunt in my ask box ...
I have so many ideas. I have so many dreams. I have so much to tell. I want my own classroom. It really hit me today, as I entered a new-to-me classroom in my old high school and felt, for the first time since I graduated, like one of the teachers instead of one of the students. The classroom had an entire wall of windows, nearly floor to ceiling, and another window facing the south side. This is...
I need to make something or write something or love someone or do something to fight off this hazy, formless sense of anxiety that has settled over my heart.
Introversion- along with its cousins sensitivity, seriousness, and shyness- is...– Susan Cain, in Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World that Can’t Stop Talking
Today I: went for a drive in the country, Sunday-style, down winding back roads behind the old Ford plant. The Ford plant was were everyone in my town worked. Social standings in public school were determined by whether or not your parents worked at Ford or one of the other, lowly automobile factories. My area is all factories and farms and the occasional factory farm. fell in love with someone...
‘I tried to tell her once more,’ said the grandmother, ’ that...– Katherine Anne Porter, “Old Morality”
I went to the mall today. It was awful. The girls in the H&M change rooms on either side of me were teachers and after overhearing their entire conversation, I wanted to come home and cry. A lot. Instead, filled with body hate and feelings of inferiority and misdirected career based self-doubt, I went and got a haircut. In my fragile state, I agreed to “layers”, which I completely...
One person’s overshare may be another’s lifeline… It can feel...– s.e. smith