It was everywhere I turned this weekend– It was in the way that the mornings felt a little chilly, in the way that the parks overflowed with children and parties and the smell of hamburgers grilling. It was at the farmer’s market, puddling out of the stands along with the stacks of zucchini and bushels …
It was a slightly eerie thing today, seeing my classroom with naked bulletin boards and bare walls and no signs that I had ever been there. It was an even weirder thing to load up my trunk with the few boxes of my possessions I’d brought with me to my second home for the past …
It’s about to hit, friends– The Last Week of School. In addition to having a chaotic school schedule this week (like dances and performances and awards shows and such), I have the most insane grading load, despite having spent almost ten hours over the weekend sifting through it. (Spoiler: I barely made a dent, it …
Years ago, I thought I thrived under the guise of busy-ness– I overplanned my days, jam-packed my schedule, and found myself frantically running around everywhere because somehow, deep down, it oddly made me feel important. Needed. Productive. Accomplished. Then I got into the whole idea of minimalism and simple living, and I started to cut …
I wish I could tell you that these photos were from today—that after a super long day at the school (made even longer by the beyond-depressing end-of-test results that started coming in for my students), we struck out into the sunshine for some quality family time that involved a picnic of gourmet cheese and fruit …
So. It’s Monday. Hmph. I have loads of stuff I SHOULD be doing today (especially since, because my students are end-of-level testing this week, I have some extra time), but I’m finding it difficult to make myself work (aka, grade my students’ book projects and start prepping for my departure from the teaching profession by …
The last part of the school year is a rough time, full of end-of-level testing, massive amounts of grading, and a general sense of “can this be over already?” from students and teachers alike. I devoted yet another whole weekend to grading just barely, and I stayed up until past eleven last night grading, too …
Being a middle school teacher, I see a LOT of self-consciousness happening (some of it for good reason, some of it not). Basically, I feel like on most days, I can literally almost smell the awkwardness and hormones and puberty craziness going on (no, really—sometimes the stench in my classroom is enough to make me …
