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Things Change

Things sure change don't they. I don't know what's changed, I just know that it has. I have fallen into a rut from which I'm not sure how to emerge. It's gotten into all the little crannies of my life too - my mental space, my physical energy, my ambitions, my relationships - the whole… Continue reading Things Change

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You Know You’re an Elem.Ed. Teacher When…

You get grammar songs stuck in your head. Overnight. You arrive at work in the dark, and leave in the dark, and are still taking grading home. Eating alone is a privilege. You carry your phone in your pocket as much as possible because it counts your steps and that's the most exercise you're ever… Continue reading You Know You’re an Elem.Ed. Teacher When…

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Worries

The things we spend our lives worrying about probably say a lot about us. It says where our priorities are. It says who we love. It says what we want. It says what we're most afraid of. It says everything. I worry about my family and how little they understand each other. I don't mean… Continue reading Worries

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Blood and Harmonicas

Today has had its ups and downs. It ranged from children nearly passing out at the sight of tremendous amounts of blood to nasally performed harmonica playing. Unrelated? Yes. But all in a day's work. Admittedly I'm writing this blog post to take a break from the insane amounts of research I've been conducting on… Continue reading Blood and Harmonicas

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Dealing With Stress

Through a lot of trial and error I am coming to understand that people deal with stress in very different ways. Sometimes this can be almost infuriating when their way of dealing is so far from your own, but it is important to understand that they're doing the best they can with what they've got.… Continue reading Dealing With Stress

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An Open Letter

To - I'd like to say that I haven't always been this way, but that probably wouldn't be the truth. I don't know what the truth is; I don't know how I used to be. Maybe I just didn't think about it, maybe I hadn't reached a sense of self awareness yet, and maybe I… Continue reading An Open Letter