Welp, here we are, Day 1! #woot I don't want it to seem like I'm not excited, because I am. Old "friends" pop up out of the woodwork, I get to see some outstanding writing, and I get to play... Continue Reading →
It's the night before our Slice of LIfe Challenge begins. And I am NOT ready at all. In the past, I've got ideas, notebooks, blogs already written. I'm Johnny On The Freaking Spot. This year, not so much. #why And,... Continue Reading →
I love writing. #riiiiight Seriously. It's taken a while (800+ blog posts and counting), but this is an activity that I enjoy. It's funny, I love struggle. The struggle to find the right word, the right phrase, heck, to find... Continue Reading →
What brings me joy? #notsure That's the question of the day. I've struggled with this for a while because, if you read my last blog (psst, go read it, it's fine), you know that it has been a tough year.... Continue Reading →
I have an enormous amount of bookmarks on my computer. I've taught fifth grade, sixth grade, eighth grade in my time here and multiple subject areas at that. I've got things in many categories, but there's just so much stuff!... Continue Reading →
In the words of the immortal Pooh Bear: I'm stuck. #youarefatandwedgedinahole Hey now! Yes, I'm fat and in some sense, I'm feeling wedged in a hole. I've fallen out of practice with my notebooks. That idea of writing down the... Continue Reading →
Last Tuesday, our governor gave her "state of the state" address here in Iowa. It was a dumpster fire of rhetoric, right-wing talking points, and insults. I am biased, but however, I'm being pushed further and further left because my... Continue Reading →
I'd love to do a big reflective blog, but I just don't have it tonight. I'd love to write about resolutions, but there won't be any this year. I'll talk about that tomorrow. I just wanted to say thank you.... Continue Reading →
Yes, I am a failure. #rutroh Tuesdays are a regular writing day for me. Tuesday was a writing day AND our first basketball game. Neither one went well. Basketball, well, we just didn't look good. We played really, REALLY tight... Continue Reading →
The Life of a Conflicted Teacher 