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I’ve always been sort of an odd bird.
In the second grade, I would use ALL of the colored pencils during art time. I felt it was my duty to fill in the trees, houses, and other mundane outlines printed on mass-produced paper with something exciting.
Because a brown trunk with green leaves seemed so. . . well, obvious.
Surely a tree with rainbow leaves would be much more fun to look at.
. . .
I first realized I had an anxiety disorder when a faculty meeting grew heated. The dispute was between a fellow teacher and our principal. And suddenly, I realized there were tears upon my face.
I quietly excused myself from my table. I walked down the hall. I opened up my classroom, sat at my desk in the dark, and cried.
. . .
I was the girl at summer camp who completed the dares. Nothing bad. Juvenille highjinks that for some reason were reserved for boys.
I’ve always been bothered by big talkers. I’d show ’em. I had the guts.
And I loved it.
I only hoped the magic of camp would follow us home. And it never did, Dear Reader.
We were never as close.
. . .
I feel the pain of others, deeply. I still don’t know what postmodern means. I have dreams at night that feel so real I sometimes think they are. Didn’t we talk about this already?
. . .
I am all or nothing.
I am SnapDragon.
. . .

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Lucid dreams it feels as real as real!
Yes! Am I awake or am I dreaming I think?
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We are unique.
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your post reminds me of the great Harry Chapin song, “Flowers Are Red”
and your being empathetic is a great trait…
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Wow! Iโd never heard that song before. A powerful reminder that our words matter…
Thanks for sharing, Jim. I always appreciate your comments. ๐
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as teachers, our words matter quite a bit…
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Having an abundance of empathy comes with some difficult territory. Thanks for this!
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I absolutely adored this post!
Thank you for sharing โค
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Thank you, friend! ๐
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You are me! Itโs like youโre inside my head๐ฎ.
I few differences… lest we think we were twins separated at birth: 1) I always colored inside the lines (fear of breaking rules) and 2) although I was a thrill junkie as a kid, and always fit in better with boys, I didnโt usually take dares.
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Haha! I’m glad you are here, friend. We must be kindred spirits. ๐
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