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Almost a Year
Dear old friend,
I haven’t confided in you in a while. It’s not that I don’t trust you or that I don’t enjoy silently catching up with my fellow confessors, but I simply can’t express this confusion I’m feeling in an articulate manner. My quarter-life crisis has not waned. It’s only strengthened. How do you fight against a tide that beats and ( Read more... ) -
Sargasso
I declined my contract a couple of weeks ago. I will not be teaching again next year. Instead, I will be embarking on my search for the right Ph.D. program, and we will see where that takes me. I am not the only one jumping ship. It’s not sinking, not quite, but it is sitting on stagnant waters. The heat is bearing down, and there’s little water to ( Read more... ) -
My favorite part about Christmas
Growing up, Christmas was okay. But there are a few fond memories, like the song about fishes drinking because God was born--the poetics don't translate well--or when we set up those lavish nativity scenes the length of a whole wall. The ground was made out of brown paper, and the landscape textured by the wrinkles and the plastic bags crumpled ( Read more... ) -
Nights 4 & 5
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Thanksgiving Night 1
Said goodbye to the school temporarily, and wished the holiday was longer or forever. Shopped for ingredients. $104.
The menu is:
Sweet Potato Casserole
Green Bean Casserole
Pear and Prosciutto Stuffing
Spiral Stuffed Turkey Breast
All from eatingwell.com
Bought our first dutch oven. It's beastly heavy.
Will go biking everyday but Sunday this holiday. I ( Read more... ) -
Why New (Minority) Teachers Quit
I’ve read it all about how nearly half of new teachers quit by their fifth year. It has been an article in every major newspaper at some point. They often focus on teachers of public school education with little support, low funding, and all the other issues public schools are infamous for. I haven’t found one piece that addresses new teachers of ( Read more... ) -
Half a Decade Down...
On days like this, when I find it hard to get up or to think about what it is I’m doing with my life, I focus on small details. I buy window clings at the supermarket in the shape of pumpkins and leaves. I place them on the small window on my door. I press on the soft gel-flesh trying to smooth out the bubbles. It feels cold and spongy and ( Read more... )