Tired...

Third Classroom...

My third classroom…

I taught Shakespeare.

I was fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, and eighteen-years-old.

My classroom was chaotic and stunk of school lunches.

Once again, the ‘weird’ kid was the center of attention.

Seriously though, how hard is it to read the footnotes?

They hold the keys to the wonders of the world!

Summer School...

Summer school starts now.

I already adore kids.

Mischievous ones.

Here we go Again...

Oh no, another

Praxis test to take

I must prove my worth.

Talk to Them...

“I hate it here.  School is too hard.  The playground is different from the one in Pennsylvania.  I don’t like Delaware.  I don’t like living with my grandpa.  I want to live with my mom and dad but they have to fix the house so we can go back.  My brother and sister and I moved down here.  My baby-baby sister is with mom and dad.  I want to go home.”

This ramble is brought to you by a displaced boy in first grade.

Sometimes you just have to listen and not just shove a lesson down their throat.

Not long after this, I sat with him again.  We worked on his reading, which is something he hates.  He still hated Delaware.  He still missed his mom and dad.  But he was more willing to participate and work with me.  He didn’t act up or whine.

Sometimes a chat can make a world of difference.

Even if the effects only lasts two weeks before he goes back to Pennsylvania…

Late Post...

So sorry…

I missed my post deadline…

I was in a lot of pain yesterday.

Anyway, I really must look up how to run Tumblr automatically.

But for now, I still have a praxis to study for…

And it’s making me so anxious that I am making myself ill…

It always happens…

My stomach is killing me and I can’t eat or drink certain things without making it worse.

Like dairy, anything spicy, caffeine, sugar, citrus, etc.

Half of my normal eating habits are now off limits.

And I get to endure a full week of this since the test is next Saturday…

Joy…

Irish Yums!

Golden chocolates.

Foil wrapped Leprechaun coins.

Mouth melting goodness.

Out of curiosity, since I know you had trouble logging into AO3, are you the commenter on my fics that just goes by 'a'? Because I know when I changed to a logged account I would sadly see your comments less

Yup. Real creative, I know. Now I'm even more 'creative' I named myself after my favorite Netflix show! LoveDeathRobots.

Welcome one and all <3

WRITING WEDNESDAYS

TEACHER SATURDAYS

Depression...

It’s hard to keep your head above the water when you’re drowning in your own tears...  Take that, former me who wrote horrible Goth poetry! 

Oops!

Background check needed before certification can go through…

Guess what I forgot to do during winter break?

Yup.

So my K-6 general education certification is pending until the background check I had done last week is cleared.

This, sadly, has cost me a couple of job opportunities…

But hey, as long as parents continue to act worse than their children in my state, I should be in a position in no time!  Seriously.  ‘I can’t stand to see my kid in my mask’ is just code for ‘I’m tired of hearing my kid whine about masks and I don’t want to wear one myself so here I am protesting my family’s right to get terminally ill.

The fact that America ever made it to become a first-world country much less a world power is still a mystery to me…

I love my country but I hate the spineless, cowardly, selfish, greedy people who run it.