I have lived in my new apartment for just over a month now. Can you believe it? Time has surely flown. Day to day life has been filled with training and preparing and finally teaching. It has been filled with new people and too little sleep, and a couple of adventures along the way. It … More When Will I be Home?
There’s something about driving alone at night in a rain storm, smoking a cigarette and blasting jazz that somehow corresponds well with the lightning, that makes me feel completely at home anywhere in the world.
Well, I made a kid cry today. I swear, all I did was say her name in Teacher Voice. Some kids are unduly sensitive, and I may have to take it upon myself to change that. But still, I don’t make kids cry on purpose. I know it’s still week one (HOW IS IT STILL … More Is it still only Wednesday?
I survived my first day of third grade, for the second time in my life. The difference is that this time I wasn’t the awkward new kid coming in in the middle of the year. This time I was the awkward new teacher coming in the day before Day 1 and pretending to be in … More My First Day of Third Grade
I suppose that I should accept the adult things I’m starting to have to do in my life. Adulthood always seemed to far away and distant, and I didn’t mind that. And then one day it was suddenly tapping me on the shoulder, and I ran like the wind. Still am, I think. But in … More Adult?
I won’t believe you if you say you’ve never been told in a time of difficulty “well, don’t worry. God never gives you more than you can handle.” If you haven’t had this said to you directly, you have heard it said to someone else. But is it really true? The way I see it there … More True or False: God Never Gives You More Than You Can Handle
As one who is by nature quiet and reclusive, I shock even myself when I say with all sincerity: I am ready to socialize. They say to everything there is a season, and the season is upon us. In high school I was thrust into throngs of my peers, who instead of feeling pressured to … More Everything In Its Turn