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Reminded that this place still exists. I'm still here, but rarely. There have been some life changes, that is for sure and certain.
Maybe I'll come back here to write some more. Here's my very makeup-less face and the baby. It's all a long story, and I'd rather go read my book.
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That one viral post I made like 10 years ago has resurfaced. I don't even want to know why. I am not clicking the reblobs to find out.
Treating children with basic, human decency should not be a viral trend.
That one viral post I made like 10 years ago has resurfaced. I don't even want to know why. I am not clicking the reblobs to find out.
Sunscreen is on. Don't worry.
Trip to the Motherland.
I've had frappé multiple times a day and my heart is permanently pitter pattering like a bunny rabbit, but I cannot be stopped.
Yet, I can't seem to stop falling asleep in the sun which has bleached my hair even more than it already is.
I never want to leave. This is why I have to work hard. I need to buy a house here and eat souvlaki every day.
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The season of going to bed at 7:30pm is here but it's also almost over. 7 more teaching days before exam weeks. Holding on.
The problem with that whole "sparks joy" philosophy is that what sparks joy for me is a bath mat that says bitch in the Barbie font.
The school spidey senses are real. I knew the vibes were off yesterday on my way to work.
By 3:00 I was proved 100% right.
Anybody else change the lyrics to Espresso by Sabrina Carpenter to "I'm working late... cuz I'm a teacherrrrr"
No? Just me?
Well, I bet you will now. You're welcome.
We are deep into "I need a little treat every time I leave the house" season.
The teachers know.
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I have somehow found myself being an admin this year. I hate it as much as I thought I would, and I am looking forward to being just a teacher again, thank you very much.
But lordddd, the money.
Still here. Mostly lurking very occasionally.
But hey, proof of life.
You know a kid has been through something big when they finally can fall asleep, like that deep deep sleep. The sleep where you get a glimpse of the baby they were once.
They slept for 4 hours straight and would have kept on going if I didn't have to lock up the building. The rest was needed.
The way these kids grow on you... Man, I really didn't know how we'd do it in September. But here we are. I love them and I'm excited to see them every day.
These kids who nobody thought were academic last year. Who spent classes screaming and yelling, play fighting... and real fighting, throwing things, twerking on tables, cursing at each other... and staff, expecting 100s for writing half a sentence. Shit, did you know you can set hand sanitizer on fire? I sure didn't until I met them.
These kids are writing essays. Working together. Reading FOR FUN. Still being teenagers. Still chaos goblins. But these kids are 10% ahead of where my class was last year. I can wax poetic about my subgroups, but I'll save you the excel sheet and just say that life is looking good.
These kids are unrecognizable, and yet they are also just the same. I still can't stop their constant cursing, but they automatically correct shit to stuff without me saying anything.
And, like a fungus, a bunch of barnacles on an old boat, or my bar tab after a long week, they've grown on me.
“How is Brendon Urie disbanding a band of one person” simple. Tonight he will finally take the green ribbon that he keeps habitually wrapped around his neck and he’ll undo the bow and unravel it and
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Made lasagna soup.
Opened the coquito.
Who knows if we'll be awake for dessert?
I try not to show my joy too much.
I try to extinguish some of my excitement.
After all our talks about trauma, transformation, and breaking generational curses, my son slips a copy of The Body Keeps the Score off my bookshelf and into his backpack.
I didn't ask him to this time, and I'll keep my comments to myself. This time.
