Tag: education
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On Excellence.
Oh, Dear Reader. What has become of us?* . . . Let me just start by saying that I’m not perfect. Not even close. I leave clothes in the dryer, sometimes for days on end. I obsessively worry the TV is too loud, and ask my husband ad nauseum to turn it down. I barely…
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Six One Way, Half a Dozen The Other.
Notes on my 12-year career as an educator. . . . Part 1: In The Classroom Anyone who knows me—in real life, or via this blog—knows I’m a teacher. I pretty much knew I wanted to teach high school English since I was about 17 or so. It was my favorite subject, and seemed like…
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Reasons I’m Currently Overwhelmed:
A List. . . . 1. I’m an artist. A writer. A teacher. Feelings of paralyzed inspiration are, unfortunately, just par for the course. 2. I’m tired. While my terror-filled nightmares have made way for frustrating-scenario-type dreams in recent years, I still ain’t gettin’ much rest. Please. I just want one night without a cerebral…
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500 and Counting, Yo.
Woah! Maybe Snap’s got something to say after all? (she shrugs and smiles) . . . Hey hey hey! I got notified by the WordPress fairies that I have over 500 followers! I feel like a cool kid! Like the belle of the ball! Like. . . the world is my friggin’ oyster, yo! (whispers:…
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Unpeeled.
Hi. . . . Hello there, Dear Reader. Whoever and wherever you are, love. How magical it is that we’re meeting here in cyberspace. Complete strangers, living our little lives. Perhaps we’re a continent or two apart. Or maybe we’re neighbors unbeknownst. Yet we’re in each other’s homes, in each other’s lives. Here. Now. And…
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Friday Night Brain Dump.
Jesus, Snap. Again? Yup. It’s 2020. And I feel like a pair of sweatpants well past their prime. Heart’s on Fire. Well, it’s racing, anyway. My iWatch tells me my resting heart rate is in the 90s. Ugh. Less Really is More. The older I get, and the deeper I dive into the bowels of…
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Hope.
Back when I was teaching, and my students dashed out the second the bell rang, I would close my classroom door. Take a breath. And turn on my music. I would sit next to the window, and try to forget the rapid beating of my heart. I would try to ignore the anger in my…
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