Quitting is not an option. I like getting paid. So I grin and bear it. Become the fake it To you make it queen. Get a Ph.D. In Pretendology! I’m alone at school. No one is by teacher boo. I’m alone in the trenches Thirsty Bursty…is that a word? Bursty with my complaining.
The signs are there. I’m quiet. I smile less. I have no appetite. I walk in circles. I write and rewrite “to do” lists. What are these sign posts pointing to? I’m stressed…before day one of the new school year. I wasn’t like this before Preplanning started. My classroom was practically done. I was intending… More It’s He-eer!
If I had to draw my July, it would be a funnel cloud, wide at the top narrowing into a small hole. Next week will be full of orientation meetings and the final push to finish setting up my classroom before we leave for vacation. When we return, preplanning begins. Thankfully, my room is nearly… More Moment to Moment
Fana is disconnected. She has few friends. It seems she only writes in her diary when things are going wrong. Could a month hiatus from journal writing mean she has connected with someone? May 2, 2015 I miss college. There, I wrote it. I didn’t know I missed it until I logged on to stupid… More Diary of a Disconnected Black Girl
I finished An Education, one of my on again off again fanfics. It topped out at 43 chapters. I’ve only finished one other one, Going in Circles. It was my first one. When I walk away from them, a reader here or there reminds me how the story is important to them which makes me… More One Fanfic finished…
July ushered in the last day of summer school. The bittersweetness was palatable. I enjoyed working with my other two teacher colaboraters as well as the Assistant Principals. Also, this marks the end of my tenure at that school. Oh I’ll miss being a tiger! Lastly, I’ll miss my kiddos. They all made gains in… More The Next Leg of Summer
It all began with the television program Unsolved Mysteries. My mom watched it religiously when I was a child. I didn’t like the show at the time. Truthfully, the scary theme music and Robert Stack’s ominous voice made me cringe. Over the years, I found myself beginning to enjoy these types of “docucrimemystery” shows. Next came City… More The Comfort of Mystery