( When Does All Mean All? )

Happy Birthday om-wahine!

Hope you are feeling a lot of love.

I am freezing and a little frustrated that I've filled the days too full again. Too full. Can't see out the windows. Can't sit drinking coffee for way too long. Can't veg. at the cupcake place. Must decorate the room of the teen, do homework, grocery shop, clean ( Read more... )

I entrust you with my letter to the admin team. I fear deeply that they will not think it's funny ( Read more... )

I miss teaching a lot. I am realizing (again - learning is recursive, an't it) what a privelege it is to be allowed to teach. The low pay, the disrespect, the total exhaustion - all prices we pay for the privelege of standing up there, openning wide our brains, and as Craig Carlson said, letting flock of 500 pound canaries fly into our brains. ( Read more... )

It is a small but lovely irony that after attacking Iraq for the actions of Osama Bin Laden, Bush is now being burned in effigy because of idiotic remarks made by the pope.

The Catholic girl in me is smiling at the infidel and his bumblings with karma.

I was trying to explain shit to sophomores and juniors, after we had all watched the second plane together in the school commons - 10 tv's all tuned to the news, watching it all fall down ( Read more... )

This is the hardes thing. I thought those other thing were, and this is a gentler hard, but it lasts and it's aimless - you can't pin down how to feel about it. This is the one.

A) Is Heather gay ( Read more... )

In case you were holding your breath to know, I am no longer a teacher. I got the call today, and it's all over, ladies and gents. I have crossed to the dark side. I will make $3 K more a year. Wahoo. And I will have to deal with conflict with adults. Good for me.

I am not a teacher. :(

I am sad.