It's crooked and I HATE crooked. Like nails on a fucking chalkboard; my insides are screaming. I want to break something.

these are the lyrics on repeat play... (Hormones are dramatic ( Read more... )

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May you be filled with loving kindness,
and let good deeds be your prayers.
Walk softly on the earth, it is your mother.
Listen and collaborate.

( Teaching 7th grade is a huge responsibility. Not one that I think I could assume all year. They're REALLY beginning to think for themselves (or not). Yesterday, I presented them with a few ideas to think about before they went on their merry way to BBQs, firework shows, and a holiday which celebrates independence and freedom. Most of them didn't even realize why/what the 4th of July is. We talked about various civil rights movements, equality and then focused on the events which led to the Civil Rights Act of 1964...nearly 200 years after the Declaration of Independence was signed. We talked about personal responsibility and dissent and then I showed them a movie about the Children's March in Birmingham, which finally pushed Kennedy into addressing segregation. It was important to me that they left the class knowing that dissent can come in many forms and from ANY person...I really think we cripple kids by )

I have the BEST bestfriend in the world. That's all I wanted to say.

sunshine, river-swimming, campfires and burnt marshmallows. Foot rubs and cuddling. Deep sleep. Laughing horses. Canoe follies and outdoor naps.

It was a good weekend.

I
would
pay
money
to
have
someone
here
right
now
to
keep
me
company
and
on
task
while
I
work.

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"If you cannot see God in all, you cannot see God at all."

--Yogi Bhajan