Is it just me or did the subplot with Gregory bother anyone else? I feel like he has a right to have privacy during his free time. I don't like that they guilted him for saying he was there to teach first graders. That's literally his job.
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Currently trying to figure out what phrase I'm going to paint on my giant canvas. This year, since it'll be my last year in my district, my plan is to use this big ol' leftover canvas to have my kids do handprints, write their names, and serve as a reminder for our focus on growth and progress and being a good human, as always.
Current quotes in the running:
Bubbles Up - Jimmy Buffett (relationship to learning: no matter how bad things are, bubbles always go upward when you're deep underwater, so look for the bubbles in the hardest moments)
Being is becoming - Ally Beardsley (relationship to learning: who you are now is the precursor to who you will be in the future, and everything you do now is to help you build the future for yourself)
Mistakes are proof you're trying - Jennifer Lim (relationship to learning: this one is obvious)
Nothing has to be perfect. It just has to be - [unknown? I googled it and can't find it anywhere, so did I come up with it? Who knows.] (relationship to learning: also obvious, targeting the progress over perfection goal)
Be a little kinder than you have to - E Lockhart (relationship to learning: well, not quite learning, but interacting with other people.)
Quotes I don't choose have the opportunity to be in a different painting, but it feels Very Difficult to choose such a big ass quote that's going to be the memento for this school year. Decisions!!!
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That first panel of that comic I just reblogged randomly reminded me of that time when I was in kindergarten & I came home to find the door locked. My mom had always told me before school if she wasn't going to be home when I got home so I thought maybe she was just asleep or something & banged on the door for a while. I eventually concluded she wasn't home.
Normally, if she isn't going to be home, she would also tell me to go to Ms. Hilda's house (a little old lady across the road that we often visited), so I started walking back up the long ass gravel driveway. When I got to the end of the driveway, I saw Ms. Hilda tending the garden in her front yard. She looked up & called out to me, and I was initially relieved, but then suddenly I panicked. I was just filled with fear as the woman who was basically another grandma to be stood up and told me to come over.
I turned and ran as fast as my little legs could down the driveway, across the the backyard and into my father's shed. I locked the door and just started crying.
I heard Ms. Hilda knock on the door and tell me that my mom told her to that she and my grandmother went out to run errands, and to have me come over like I usually do when my mom isn't home. I refused to listen, refused to unlock the door. I just kept crying & saying that I wanted my mom.
I think I did eventually unlock the door for her, but I don't remember what else happened.
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i know shit and fuck about any sort of dancing (i took one semester of dance in place of P.E. in high school and even that felt out of character and mostly a desperate attempt to not be in regular P.E.) but i have always liked it. even as a young kid i remember watching so you think you can dance and turning to my parents like "i wish i could take up dancing"
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Teaching is spending 9 hours at work with no break time and a 6 minute lunch, then coming home to do an hour of housework, resting for 30 minutes, and then working on your bilingual letter sound instruction plans because you just hit 15 students in your room and hell at this point all of them will benefit from the letter sound instruction.
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