Learning about Irish Cream Last weekend was the 16th Annual Iowa Irish Fest. The usual suspects were there: The Screaming Orphans, Gaelic Storm, the great food, smiles, laughter, but missing, my daughters. #WHAT Each messaged us, within minutes of each... Continue Reading →
Yesterday was our Leader in Me time during our homeroom period. My kids were grumpy because we didn't go outside, but such is life. We'd not had a homeroom time in a while and the videos we watched were pretty... Continue Reading →
Music has been a big part of my life since I was a kid. My earliest memories are of my mom singing in our church choir. Now, we went to a little country church in the middle of nowhere, just... Continue Reading →
There are days where I truly wonder, why do I leave my room? I'm an introvert trapped in an extrovert's job and somedays, it's just painful to get out and be social. And that's not to say that I don't... Continue Reading →
Today, I'm sitting back, listening, watching, and learning about our country, my "friends", and what people really thing when then sh*t hits the fan. For the most part, people have stepped up with the George Floyd tragedy. As I admitted... Continue Reading →
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BBre0xNcr5c I'm in the middle of my 1:00 AM - 3:00 AM "awake as f*ck" stage. Not sure why, but almost every night for a week, I'm up at this time. I'm thinking that I'll go on YouTube Live with... Continue Reading →
.....on my couch. #gotcha School canceled for four weeks. Bars, restaurants, and gyms closed. People are running around scared. Kansas is not holding face to face school for the rest of the year. We were told today that we may... Continue Reading →
This morning, as I was getting my Twitter fix for the day, I came across this gem from @lizzy_ng: I’m at school 2 hours after the bell blasting Pearl Jam and doing sub plans. You feel me? #RockonYoungGun I love... Continue Reading →
I've been looking back at my writing. Some of it's drivel, but some of it hits messages that I try to talk to my students about in class. This one is five years old (damn) but the message is one... Continue Reading →
The Life of a Conflicted Teacher 