i am done with week 2….the basics:

–cell phone stolen. ergo, e-mail me your phone numbers, people; i got nothin’.
–had a child try to lock me out of my room, be taken to the library, subsequently escape from the library, return to the room, steal the garbage can and run down the hall with it. later, when another teacher asked, ‘where’s the garbage can?’ i busted into hysterical laughter..
–am developing a sick sense of distance from what goes on sometimes. see above.
–am crumbling around the edges. i cry more. like every day.
–saw a charter school today, noble street, that floored me with its committment to excellence and its sense of fun and joy at the same time as it is buttoned-up serious
–broke down on monday, wanted nothing more than no more days
–brightened up again later in the week when i had a fabulous rejuvenating dinner with vet teacher bekah, who set me straight and gave me some tools
–am struggling through each day but the teachers at my school are hilarious and relaxed, which helps me get through
–one day at a time… last time i took things this day-to-day was breakup-oriented; one day at a time i said to myself as i pulled through each dark morningtilnight, and now here we are, dark morningtilnight, but there is a candle lit now that will stay lit morningtilnight, and maybe someday it’ll be the sunnnnn…..

–growing hurts.
–learning hurts.
–stay ignorant.
–or give it a shot.
–good luck

some of my kids are so damn smart. they get it. a handful get it. they can look at a poem and know what’s crap, they can look at a cartoon and get the allegorical point i was trying to make, they can read a beautiful short story and appreciate the language… some of them get it.

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