For being such a realist/pessimist, I sometimes surprise myself with my optimism.
Take last January, for example.
Almost exactly a year ago I wrote a post, which I admitted at the time was written with “wide-eyed optimism.” You can read it here if you’re interested. In it I listed my badass resolutions for 2016.
Yeah. That happened.
On the fairly optimistic side, I did follow through on some of the resolutions, and I’m proud of that. Continue reading
Summer is over, which means kids are back to school (and parents are rejoicing).
I’m still at home.
I’ve completed paperwork in several districts. I’ve applied for teaching positions. I’ve emailed principals and called them on the phone. I’ve reached out to friends who have suggested jobs and let me know of openings in their orbit.
I filed for unemployment the other day. I’m going to try to get a teaching job for another few weeks and then… Continue reading
I had been to the Lincoln Memorial before. I had visited earlier in the week, even. But on this scorching July day, I wasn’t there by myself. Or with a few friends.
I stood before the Lincoln Memorial with hundreds of like-minded people. Ready to talk. Ready to listen.
Ready Continue reading
If this were a work of fiction, last year’s job loss and unemployment might have still happened. But then things would have fallen into place, a new job would appear, and the teacher would make a victorious comeback. Last year’s reality would be nothing more than memory. Not preparation for the next battle.
This is not fiction. Continue reading
Growing up I was a straight A student. Even the possibility of a B was enough to put me in a panic and a state of depression. It was okay for others to get a B…but not me. It felt like failing.
I may be an adult, but I feel like I’m failing a lot these days. Continue reading
I confide to some teacher friends that I don’t think my new school’s leadership likes me very much. This surprises them, since I am generally known as a nice person.
It’s not that, I explain. It’s my low test scores.
Now they’re looking at me with confused faces. But you’re not in a testing grade, they argue.
It doesn’t matter. Regardless of the grade, it’s about a test score. In my case, it’s how much my kids can read. Continue reading
The conductor holds the baton in the air. The audience waits in silence until he finally lowers the baton to thunderous applause.
The author looks over her glasses as she gives a reading of her latest work. The crowd listens attentively.
The cast and crew come back out on stage after the performance to have a Q&A discussion with the audience about their performance.
We view them as the experts.
We stay for the talks and read the interviews and listen to the DVD commentaries. We read other works or watch them performed in YouTube clips and put it all together to compose an image of our favorite artist or writer or musician or thespian.
We watch them at work, and we marvel at what they do. They have worked and trained and prepared and now, now they can do this. Continue reading