Ask me 

10 years ago when I was finding my path people would ask me, what do you want to be? Back then, I hardly knew. I said a teacher, of course. Little did I know that I had so much to learn. Ask me now: 

I’ll tell you I don’t want to be a teacher. I want to be everything. I want to be a wife, a mother, a friend, a Christian, a leader, a seeker,  a game changer, a personal masterpiece, and above all, I want to be a champion. That’s what I want to be. 

Who says I have to settle with one thing? 


Things I don’t understand

  1. Why I am working so hard for such a small paycheck, living with my parents, and still not being able to save any money.
  2. Why student loans have to exist in the magnitude they do.
  3. How even when I think about getting a second job I panic that I won’t have time for my first job and my performance will suffer… or that I won’t have any kind of life after that.
  4. How anyone who is not a teacher automatically assumes that my job requires little work, and fails to understand that I don’t just show up, do my thang, and leave–that I actually sometimes work at the school until 7 and take things home with me just to ensure that I don’t fall behind.
  5. Kids coming into my room for help during my prep period. I love helping them, but how in God’s name can I get anything done if they are having a mid-life crisis about writing their essay?
  6. The lack of money I have for Christmas presents for reasons 1-3.

Please excuse my December existential crisis. It too shall pass, but in the meantime, you bet I’m going to freak out.

Working in a Trump Town

I fear the day that those who decided this fate realize the full magnitude of their choice. 


Daily Prompt: Hyperbole

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A hyperbole is something I am all too familiar with. For one, I am a high school English teacher, and I teach this in figurative language, and two, I often speak in hyperboles because I tend to air on the side of dramatic as hell.

My friends become irritated, or rather, my best friend becomes irritated because she seems enthused about little, where I tend to be quite the opposite. You see, a hyperbole is a statement. It’s more than just figurative language, it’s a grandiose arrangement of words meant to draw attention to the whatever minuscule detail that manifests itself in front of your withering eyes.  It’s possible the words seem less fitting when it’s a serious matter, but they can also be used to dilute that matter into something more comprehensible for the human mind.

We all exaggerate, that is not a fib, but the human mind thinks in interesting ways. Sometimes a small detail gets lost in the muck until it’s owner gets tired and turns the idea into something so indefatigable that there is no possible way for it to be ignored any longer. It also contributes to the ever elusive concept of passive aggressive behavior. Something which I, too, am no stranger.

Whether you’re the passive aggressive doll that just likes to stir the pot when it’s cooking unevenly, or if you’re the literary genius who feels exaggeration is the only good writing that exists, a hyperbole is just what I said-a statement. Whatever its purpose, it has one, and it demands the listener’s immediate and undivided attention.



Life is much more successfully looked at from a single window…right?

Just so we’re clear, I don’t actually believe that’s true. It’s just fitting considering I am teaching The Great Gatsby right now. single-window


Daily Prompt: Recharge

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Recharging is something I feel I need to do a lot of. As a second year teacher, I am still pouring endless hours into making sure my students are receiving the best education possible. While I am in no way, shape, or form the teacher that will change the world yet, the work I do today will help me achieve this tomorrow.

When I think of recharging, I think of an invisible reset button. I may have had a terrible day, or even a great but tiring day, and the only thing I need is a second to reset, reflect, and start over. I get a mini-charge in my thirty minute commute home from work at the end of the day, and exert a little of that charge at the gym, and exert more of the charge when I get home to grade and plan for the next few days. It allows me to stay positive and rejuvenated.

I wanted to be really philosophical and deep here, but all I can think of at 11:08pm on a Saturday after watching Iowa beat Iowa state is how these past three weekends have been me just recharging. And I’m not even going to lie to you, all I have done is watch Criminal Minds, watch part of the game, and take my grandmother to church. To be quite honest, I’m so tired that I’m not even sure any of this is making sense; I just wanted to write.

The need to recharge is very real, and using the long weekend last week- #nolaborday – wa really helpful. I think it’s beneficial for everyone to remember that just because we are work horses doesn’t mean that we don’t run out of juice from time to time. Even the energizer bunny takes a break, despite what the commercials advertise. Take the time to recharge, reflect, and reset this weekend.

Happy Sunday, everyone. I’ll be recharging at Summerset winery listening to some live music and grading papers. I bid you adieu.



There is something so powerful that is associated with the word “rebuild“. 
Sure, one can rebuild a structure, and that’s hard work. Rebuilding simply is the act of persevering through something terrible. 

However, what you visualize, Is entirely based on self perception. Rebuilding is psychological. You can command your body, your hands, your legs to push forward, but only if you have reached the point where rebuilding is necessary. Even then, you have to be ready. 

Submitting to the idea that you have to reevaluate anything is something so hard. No one likes to second guess themselves. However, that second glance will allow for growth; therefore, giving an opportunity to rebuild even stronger than what previously existed. Rebuilding isn’t a curse, it’s a promise for something greater.