Today is the first day of school for my students. The schedules are messed up, the bulletin boards are unfinished and no one not even the teachers knows that is about to happen. Hope your Monday goes well. Mine is going to be interesting to say the least. What was your most interesting first day? …
I took the road I thought I should take The road my parents took and liked The road of listening to the unspoken expectations of others I took the road and missed all exits all the signs directing me back to myself back to the person I was meant to be Then saw all lost …
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I am a greedy teacher. I work in a public school for teen mothers, teacher four different preps and have been asked to add another which is out of my subject area next year. Every year I am asked to do more and more with less. My mother and father who are both retired often help me get things I can not afford for my classroom and for my students. All teachers need a fair deal… all of them.
I am a greedy teacher…
I want more than I currently have, a lot more. I don’t think that I should have to apologize for that. You see I have a son that will need help in school. He will need one-on-one attention, and a speech pathologist. I am so greedy that I am willing to walk out on strike and potentially lose over $4000 because he isn’t the only one.
I am a greedy teacher. I work in an alternate school and teach students with behavioural and mental health issues, high anxiety, ESL, Learning Disabilities, and drug problems. I have seen all of the teachers I work with struggle to make decisions as to who should get testing and who shouldn’t, since access is limited. I am so greedy that I am willing to sacrifice my strike pay to make sure that they get what they deserve when it…
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Sarah... Thank you, Sarah for being the first participant and winner in my first blog contest. I will contact you shortly so we can arrange getting you your prize. Congrats!! Lu
Finally some common sense.
This flesh. This creamy curvy flesh Craving one whose soul touch it Whose only crime was loyalty Begs for a sweet Sweet release And starves day by day For its crime Passion And loyalty Things praised in ages past Cast out for being needy And clingy Some of us are not with it Not up …
Where to begin? The first sentence of any piece of writing is often the hardest. My first lines generally pop into my head and once I get it down on paper the story or blog takes off from there. Since my process is so organic it is difficult for me to just take a topic …
Our bodies are beautiful. This blog by a very lovely lady nicely piggy backs on yestersday’s blog.
Today at work I was told by a stranger that I was big and broad like a football player. The man then proceeded to puff up his chest and spread his arms wide laughing. Just in case I didn’t understand what he meant I guess, how very kind of him to offer visual clarification. Perhaps it was the shocked look on my face and inability to find words that gave him the impression I may have needed further exposition. That silence didn’t last long mind you, and as the clouds of disbelief in what this stranger had just said quickly dissipated, they gave way to a retort along the lines of, “you’d better shut your mouth now and leave before I toss you out like an actual football player.” However quick my response was though, that was still how my day started, mildly horrified that this man had felt the…
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