I’ve not written in a week.
For some, that’s not a big deal. For some, it’s nothing to worry about.
Why? Because I need to write.
I need to outlet.
I need the words on the page.
I need to vent about the ignorant politics at the state and national levels, making our “job” (I tell my students it’s not a job, because I come to school excited to be there with them) more and more like a job.
I need to vent about students who do see us as people who do not require their respect. Today, I had some blatant displays of disrespect, and why? Because students don’t respect themselves. How can we expect respect when they don’t see it in their own lives?
I need for the words to flow like the massive amounts of water down the Mississippi right now, because if they are dammed up, nothing good can happen.
And here’s the thing, I’m not even that good a writer! Imagine those people who have a talent, if they can’t get the words to flow?? Yikes!
However, I’ve got my notebook, I’ve got my pencil, and eventually, some situation will strike me as odd, silly, or writable.
I needed this.