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I love cooking. I love watching other people cooking. I love cooking shows. When my internet was culled of toxic things, all that was left was cooking videos. But you lose me when you add the bacon. I don’t like bacon to the point that if your beautiful cooking video contains bacon, I’ll scroll past.

We’re reviewing “To Kill a Mockingbird” in class right now. One of the questions I’m asking is “good guy or bad guy?” and it’s hard for them to decide. This makes me very happy.. Good characters, like actual humans, have both light and shadow. But we gauge goodness regardless. We give good-guy status to flawed

I’m a morning person, and I realized recently that even saying that, I’m kind of … virtue-signalling to the world. Like, I am filled with righteous early-morning energies that make me a more desireable human than the kinds of people who are productive after dinner. Which, let’s face it, I am not. Productive after dinner,

My *Favorite* thing my students ask me is this: “Are we doing anything in class on Friday? I don’t think I’m coming.” Ahem. The answer is ALWAYS the same. “Probably. We usually do.” I can often say it with a smile. But with the pandemic that has totally changed the way we school in the

I’m subbing in another English teacher’s classroom right now — kids who are juniors. I taught more than half of them last year. They’re so great. Nice kids. Respectful kids. Except one. This one, obviously, sits at the front of the room. He has not shut up. He has an unlimited supply of rubber bands,

I’m giving my best efforts to loving my body and making food choices that bring me joy and help me feel great. And then I got an email announcing that I could order Girl Scout Cookies online and they’d be delivered to my door. What am I actually supposed to do with this?

I’m flying around at school trying to get everything taught to every kid, whether they’re here or not here, listening or not listening, caring or SO SERIOUSLY NOT CARING. I’m wiped. But do I need to be in such a hurry? Won’t the days keep arriving, even if I have to stretch things to last