......like the "beginning of the school year" tired. Yesterday was Tuesday. Tuesday is my writing day. Tuesday is Slice of Life Day. #Ijustcouldnotdoit I remembered at 9:45 PM as I was crawling into bed, "Damnit, I didn't get anything written today." It... Continue Reading →
Why hello there my blogging community, long time, no write! #sitdownandgetwordsonthescreen It's not that I don't have things to write about, but my brain just seems scrambled right now, and it seems that putting together a coherent statement, let alone... Continue Reading →
I've had this written down for a few days now. It's gotten into my craw and is festering until I get it written, so why not now? First, I've written about this twice, first in 2015 in a blog titled, A... Continue Reading →
Today was our last day of school for the year. Teachers had the day to shut their rooms down, get checked out, and just enjoy the fact that we've survived a very difficult year. I spend the year getting to know... Continue Reading →
Good morning my soggy, rain drenched, storm weary friends! We are getting hammered with repeated storms, not as bad as our friends further south, but apparently there was a pretty good hail storm last night! My garden is about three... Continue Reading →
I've been thinking a lot about perspective. Glass half full, half empty kinds of things. Watching my father struggle with his back surgery, it makes things both come into focus and become blurry at the same time. The nonsense going... Continue Reading →
I'm weary. Yes, I'm a teacher, and this is that time of year where it's all we can do to keep our own sanity and that of our students. I'm trying to cut Diet Coke out of my diet as... Continue Reading →
Today was one of our "Leader in Me" trips. In the past, these were called "Tigerhawk Reward" trips, trips to celebrate the good things done during school. They gave students a bit of a break and gave teachers a chance... Continue Reading →
I've not written in a week. #sowhat For some, that's not a big deal. For some, it's nothing to worry about. I'm worried. Why? Because I need to write. I need to outlet. I need the words on the page. I... Continue Reading →
The Life of a Conflicted Teacher 