Year: 2011
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Zombies Are People Too
Today I planned to write about my interview…the one I was so excited/nervous/hopeful about and the email I received informing me I was “unsuccessful in the interview process.” And that I suck. And should leave the teaching profession forever and never look back. And that I’d be better suited working at a McDonald’s drive-thru than…
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Little Miss Teacher Pants
I’m standing at a cross roads, caught in the crosshairs of uncertainty. For a control lovin’ Capricorn, this is a highly uncomfortable place to be. It leaves me feeling…cross. I’ve wanted to be a teacher for as long as I can remember. Since leaving the profession, I’ve had days when I’ve really missed it but…
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Lists
A friend reminded me today that trying to overcome depression of any kind, seasonal or otherwise by “reasoning your way out” is as futile as willing away cancer or trying to trick yourself out of the flu. It’s not possible. It needs to be dealt with. She’s a wise old broad. Fine, she’s 11 months…
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All Signs Point To My Smart Hands
Since my first year of teaching, long before I had children of my own, I ran the Sign Language club at the school where I taught. I trotted out my choir of shiny faced six year olds onto the stage where they signed “Somewhere Over the Rainbow” and “What a Wonderful World” to music. There…