This is going to be a mini-post. Nothing more than a string of thoughts binding together an experience yet to come. This morning, I start the school year again. Things have changed and they have stayed the same. I am nervous and comfortable at this point with the first day of school. I have prepared …
Monday Morning comes every week. You would think that I would learn to prepare for it. Nope, every week it sneaks up on me. Attacking me when I am just beginning to get things done or so I like to think. The truth is as hard as I work, I am afraid at times and …
I am tired. Tired to the bone with all the words that are thrown against me like I'm the wall in a racquetball court and its my job to take it. My life my destiny to take society's beatings and be fine with it. The mental wear and tear of this life is too much at times and I …
Thirty days without soda and so far I haven't retreated to the comforts of carbonation. I feel better and today, my jeans glided on instead of being pulled and tugged while I contort myself into them. I have been trying to think of what to work on for my next thirty day challenge. I want …
Or so I hope. The weekend was not as productive as I had hoped. Sleep over took most of it. There was some editing and housework in between naps. Bring my novella to a conclusion has proven far harder than I imagined and that is without the cold or the impending state testing. My students …
Yesterday, I came home from school sick. An impressive feat for a school teacher since it involved obtain the principal's permission. I slept most of the day with Luke on my feet preventing me from going anywhere. Thanks to Sonia, I had dinner made for me while I continued napping on her sofa. A nice …
Out the window goes the plans not so careful made out of the box goes the lines which impose formality on the educator's hall and in the window comes inspiration learning begins
Of all the things that could be done to education, the worst would be the arming of American school teachers. Seriously, it would be disastrous...Countless teachers would quit or retire in order to avoid having to carry gun in a school or work around them. Many more would never entered the profession. Teachers are under-fire …
Warning.. Warning... Students. Your teacher has been bitten by the cranky fairy. She is no longer the sweet rose you have counted on to let you slide by. You must wipe that But, let's be fair, she was never that teacher. Don't even bother to speculate on what is going with her. You don't have …
The curse of a super productive Saturday is a involuntarily lazy Sunday. I slept til noon today and then went back to bed an hour later til four. Sinuses are evil, but I don't think they are responsible for the excess sleepiness. It was the curse. The Saturday curse. It never fails when I have …
Lucinda Rose 