| Wow...
So, hello. It's been so long I nearly forgot how to post. I don't even know if there's anyone out there looking to read this. I've been considering starting writing on here again, but the thing is that I don't want to write most of the things I think and feel these days for the public. I used to be able to brazenly put it all out there, sometimes just for the catharsis of writing and sometimes for the desire for attention or a reaction, but I used to be honest even to the point of putting out poetry and deep thoughts. Now, if I were to write again, I'd still want to be honest. It's a different kind of honesty from the kind me and my written journal have. I write it all there in my journal with names, but here I tend to make allusions that could reveal something or nothing depending on what you know. So, I guess this is a post to say I'm considering. What I'm considering even more, though, would be a new online home. This took me through high school and college. It was good times for sure, but now it's time I hope to move onto something new. Shed this old nickname, shed these old words, and move onto something new. Perhaps. We'll see if this is worth starting again.
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| I love it most when my students surprise me and delight me. It is not hard to love them, even the hardest ones when they push my sanity and I still love them. I wish I could keep them all safe...I know I would be heartbroken if anything bad were to happen to my students that I know are in trouble.
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| It's hard right now. I'm constantly tired, I'm constantly working, and every weekend I struggle again to find faith in myself. It's not an easy life right now.
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| I am so in love.
I am so in love with this high school.
I am so in love with the math and science department.
I am so in love with my cooperating teachers and students.
I love this job.
However, love's not easy, frequently difficult, and definitely a lot of hard work.
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| And when I've alienated everyone I can still think...gracias para la lluvia...
Remember who you were when you were madly in love with the Anasazi people, made nicknames for every new crush, and wrote poetry with abandon? Remember it.
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