#teacher life
We might live in a hellscape nightmare timeline but sometimes I remember that, where as a kid in middle school I used to painstakingly pour over back cover blurbs of every book in the school library in desperate hope of finding anything resembling a queer character to let me know I wasn’t alone, coached in hidden terms and tragic endings, wondering if teachers would mock or scorn if they knew, my daughter now can just go to her school librarian, say “I want to read books about girls who like girls” and get a comprehensive list and it genuinely warms my heart like. At least something is okay. This is better
I am a high school English teacher and there are queer stories scattered all through the classroom library. Mysteries, horror, romance, sci-fi, fantasy, slice-of-life, coming of age, etc. etc. All categories with at least a few that have queer main characters. You don’t have to ask me to browse the library or borrow a book, but if you do–I’ll pull them out and see if they are stories you would like to read.
Tutoring yesterday was mostly just playing badminton with my girl Angel. I love this little diva, I will miss her when I get home.
Not me thinking that one of my students said “I like your shoes” and me responding with “thank you” only for me to quickly discover that she’d actually said “Can I touch your shoes?” when she knelt down and started petting my shoes
No words.
It’s been a day that’s been part of a week that’s been part of a year
This is what happens when I REALLY don’t want to grade essays. My 10th graders are going to get a super fun intro to Code Name Verity next week with some research on female spies!
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My Donors Choose project is currently focused on odds and ends for the Gay-Straight Alliance. I love how energetic the students are when they come into my room at the end of the day, but it also makes it difficult for them to focus on the task at hand.
A microphone and speaker should help even the meekness of voices be heard.
If you can, help me get the word out to potential donors.
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Student1: How are things?
Student2: Oh you know, gettin’ ready for vacation.
Student 1: Yeah. This is that week that we crawl through… Thankfully I have the stamina of TWO personalities.
a student who was coughing a lot during class just chugged a water bottle, and then ran up to my desk, grabbed my little trash-can and started puking her brains out… so, that just happened.
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have grad coursework that needs finishing, mountains of grading, and an obscene amount of planning that should all be getting done, but high-key just really want to go home and take a nap.
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When I was a Freshman in high school learning various French food & vegetable vocabulary, my French teacher mentioned that “mon petit chou” was a French term of endearment. I remember thinking that calling someone “my little cabbage” was hilarious … it wasn’t until much later that I learned about chou PASTRY, and that a much better translation of “mon petit chou” would be “my little cream puff”.
Fast-forward to this topic coming up in my French 1 class last week, when my students unanimously agreed that they liked the cabbage meaning better (aka. theyfound it hysterical) and proclaimed that cabbage should probably be the international symbol of all appreciation.
Then fast-forward a little bit more, because today one of them brought me a cabbage.
