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Are You Supposed to Like, Write?
wait are you supposed to write when you’re like angry? I forget sometimes weird, since it’s been so many times, asking for you to read between the lines
should I speak frankly? or wait until I’m less cranky? like if I feel I don’t know like betrayed (not the affair charade) being played while others watch the masquerade there’s disquiet should I be quiet?
should I button my lips wait for the bag of tricks to pass? what if like the person who wronged me reads what I write about them? then they’d know what they like did what I condemn what then?
This slice is part of the Slice of Life on Two Writing Teachers! #sol24. I’m slicing on Tuesdays. I hope you’ll join me!
This morning my son went to get us Starbucks’s. I mean, he drove. I paid. That’s how things work around here. “Should I order on my phone or yours?” He said, like some sort of master negotiator
When he got back he was sorry to be late he had seen a bear cross the street, tried to follow it a bit, lost sight as it sauntered into the trees by the bus stop.
“I guess. . . Make a lot of noise when you go to the bus,” I said because we are not afraid of bears here I mean, it’s not like a man was running towards the bus stop
I left my Starbucks refresher for later carried my dry laundry upstairs thought about how I should have taken the dog’s barks more seriously last night instead of telling him okay, yelling at him to chill out about the neighbor’s cat oops
After my shower I proudly started to put my clothes away in the closet like I imagine real grown-ups do in the morning before school before school! I imagine those real grown-ups might not scream for their 17 year old when a creepy crawly bazillion leg bug crawls out of the pants they are about to fold But I did I screamed then told myself I can do this I can do this I can do this I don’t need a husband Who probably wouldn’t have helped anyway I can catch this thing in something something something I need something I turned to find that something something something there must be something on my dresser
I’m not a bug squasher, not a bug killer I’m more catch and release less murder
But when I turned back around the bug was gone – he will never know how nice I was going to be but now, I thought… I’ll write it, even though I don’t want to That bug had to be somewhere in my bed I yelled for my son to come help me again “Bring a vacuum or we have to sell our house!”
I tried to carefully shake the blankets my dog looked at me confused my cat ran under the bed my son warned me to be careful! you might touch it! it’s going to jump out of there! I didn’t get far in my quest it was time to go to school
So later I will decide Strip the bed, vacuum, look in every cranny or sleep on the couch?
Lucky for me help must be on the way because after school I found not the bug but the boys’ wanted poster they must have made before catching the bus HAVE YOU SEEN THIS BUG? LAST SEEN: MOM’S PANTS So although it may be true that apparently we are more scared of bugs than bears here we also know how to laugh in the face of fear and make clever wanted posters
It’s April, and I’ve been writing poetry …all month! Thanks to Ethical ELA for all the great prompts and inspirations!
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Today, I’m using the inspiration from EthicalELA: A True or False List Poem . . . There are some things that are true, there are some things that are false, and you’ll never really know!
My Day: True or False?
Today I
laughed with kindergarteners when they called me Grandma ate my veggies and mac and cheese lunch at 2:00 fell off a chair and didn’t report it walked my dog twice in the sunshine was betrayed by someone who knows who they are cried with teachers about things that don’t make sense made big decisions I’ll soon regret spoke my truth but too softly for anyone to hear drank 3 cups of coffee before noon planned arguments and poetry back to back wrote a diamante about service leadership told someone off who will never forget or forgive took a nap on the couch, my book dropped to the floor baked brownies for tomorrow, a day off of school
This slice is part of the 17th annual Slice of Life Story Challenge on Two Writing Teachers! #sol24 I’m slicing every day this month, for the 11th year! Wahoo!!! Thanks for stopping by. 🙂
I was so inspired by Fran’s Relax slice, and I’ve been trying different versions on my own. But, it’s hard! Today I read a lot of people’s March Slice of Life wrap up slices, and I thought … what if I did a wrap up Relax slice? It might seem depressing … but the cool thing is that I’m still standing! Here’s my try, from my month of slices: Relax. It’s March (Soon Enough, It Will Be April)
Relax. It’s March. Things are going to be bad. You will realize you have been wearing the tag on your shoe in public. It will make you laugh, and write. You will be angry about things you can’t quite publish. You will know you will never be as unf***withable as your friend was. Noticing things all month will become an issue. There won’t be any paper towels or plastic garbage bags at your airbnb and you will sob saying goodbye to your daughter. You will continue to parent teenagers. An honor, for sure, but also so tiring being a punching bag. You will go to Home Goods and realize that death is just around the corner, and you will not practice your therapist’s advice in order to pause that catastrophic anxiety. The SATs will come and go. Your son will curse at his computer screen while practicing. This will make you feel, once again, like a bad mom. Your kids will roll their eyes at you. A lot. Spring break will end, and all the poetry you write will not stop school from coming in like a lion. Even your dog will be embarrassed by you, although he is an old man, not a teenager. The world of education will continue to go mad, citing research that the powerful cherry pick. Meanwhile, you will go in and out of classrooms finding joy but not realizing you should have been paying attention to how the teachers took lunch count. It will warm your heart to hear your cat play, but she will be alone without her cat brothers which will break your heart. People will be scared to voice their opinions, and you will feel like a storm is coming. You will worry that more things will be thrown out with the bath water. Your dog will get sick which you won’t write about, because ew, gross. You will try to remember that it won’t be winter forever but anxiety will take hold as you wait for a meeting. You will try to spend your energy thinking about little joyful things. You will realize almost nobody can be trusted, and that fumbling through new things is in your future. A glass will get stuck in your garbage disposal. You will lose faith, but you will always have poetry, which will help you march on. Undappled won’t be the word you want it to be. There will be too many questions in your head, and you will search for answers. You will be reminded of betrayal, as if you need to be reminded. Your filter will disintegrate, and you will stop watching your face, but your connections will just keep growing. You will be proud of your kids, even when you have to use google translate. The Easter Bunny won’t leave jelly beans on the piano, but there will be a scavenger hunt for the teenagers, and then there will be a quiet Sunday afternoon. Soon enough, it will be April.
This slice is part of the 17th annual Slice of Life Story Challenge on Two Writing Teachers! #sol24 I’m slicing every day this month, for the 11th year! Wahoo!!! Thanks for stopping by. 🙂
When I’d wake up on Easter morning, I’d search for jellybeans around the house black jelly beans on the black piano keys, that sort of thing we weren’t church people not that there’s anything wrong with that some of my favorite people go to church
I loved the mini Cadbury eggs with the crunchy candy shell best and the little carton of egg-shaped gum we must have had Easter dinners somewhere I have vague vegetarian memories of watching people eating ham we weren’t ham people
I will never understand eating ham or lamb especially on Easter here, let’s celebrate life, joy, hope, the spring by killing this baby animal it just doesn’t make sense even though some of my favorite people eat baby animals
One year my daughter lost her tooth the night before Easter The Tooth Fairy and the Easter Bunny had to come the same night They left a note together and I was left wondering what other magical visitors could come together I guess the Tooth Fairy could meet anyone else since teeth can fall out any day
Some people use Easter as a time to practice forgiveness but I have learned that not everything needs to be forgiven so I will focus on rebirth and hope and just a little bit of vegan chocolate
This slice is part of the 17th annual Slice of Life Story Challenge on Two Writing Teachers! #sol24 I’m slicing every day this month, for the 11th year! Wahoo!!! Thanks for stopping by. 🙂
I am watching the virtual presentation and Dr. Peter is talking about connection over compliance. I am all for it. I think we need to shout that message from the rooftops, to be honest. There is a lot packed into his short presentation, so many things I need to remember to practice in and out of the classroom. At the end he reminds us of his Feeling Thermometer. It’s a simple tool that helps you gauge your own feelings and that of the child you are with.
I remember this thermometer. It became a really useful tool when my middle child, H, was young. As parents we had to practice not having a green zone conversation with H when he was in the red zone. We talked about feelings, we empathized and let him know we’d talk about it when he was in the green.
Those days were… Those days were exhausting.
As I am listening to the presentation and remembering my own years of feeling thermometer work at home, I get a text from H – now 17. We haven’t talked about the feeling thermometer for a very long time.
A few days ago he decided he wants his ears pierced, and he’s wondering if we need an appointment for the next day, and can I do that? He doesn’t know if the piercing place is the same company as the tattoo place, and he isn’t sure how to figure it out.
I’m in a presentation though, so I can’t call, I can’t figure anything out. I feel bad, but ask him if he can do it.
“All good! Thx” he texts.
A bit later he messages, “I just called them, they are in fact a different company, most likely they’re situated within; probably a strategic alliance. They have walk-ins and have availability tomorrow. So I think it will be good.”
He adds a link, not to the piercing company, but to information about what a strategic alliance is. I guess he wants to make sure I’m duly educated .
I’m glad the presentation is over, because I can’t help but laugh… this is classic H.
One thing you should know though, is that when you think you’ve got classic H figured out, you don’t. Because, next he starts texting me in Spanish.
At first, I’m hanging in, remembering enough of my high school Spanish to mostly figure it out (Shout out to Señora Birzes!)
Okay, Señora Birzes and all Spanish teachers, I am sure none of this is perfecto, pero. . .
Soon, I need to start using google translate. I can’t quite be sure of the exact meaning of his next two texts.
“Ok, no estoy seguro si tienes que estar alli conmigo.”
“Pero, podría ser mejor si haces.”
And as I’m google translating that last part
“Ok, I’m not sure if you have to be there with me. But, it might be better if you do.”
I get his next text, “Im not using google translate!!! Im actually learning!”
I’m laughing again, of course, while I admit to him that I am using Google Translate, and then continue to use it to try to remind him to walk the dog in Spanish. And that’s that!
Until today when I ask him if I can write about this.
“It’s Multilingual Friday!” I say, and he says it’s fine.
“Can I also write about how I was in a Dr. Peter presentation?” I ask him, and he squints his eyes at me like, “why?”
I only cry a little bit explaining to H how parenthood works. One day you are using feeling thermometers, exhausted from trying to support your little kid’s big feelings, and the next he is calling piercing places, getting information independently, and texting you in Spanish.
It’s hard to explain, but I’m just so proud, piercings and all.
This slice is part of the 17th annual Slice of Life Story Challenge on Two Writing Teachers! #sol24 I’m slicing every day this month, for the 11th year! Wahoo!!! Thanks for stopping by. 🙂
Connecting laptops zoom, zoom, zoom breathing in and out in and out in and out in and out taking notes with colored marker writing presentation notes and quotes that really make you think, like when the presenter answered,
The rubric is very Specific How do I explain this? It’s generalized. You can look at the other ones if you want to — But it’s generic So if you need to, you can just explain it to the students
Wait, what?
There’s so much to laugh about good thing you can round it out with some crying
No worries though there are colored markers! and also friends books knitting and a baby visit!
So I guess, all-in-all, even though I may roll my eyes at a rubric that is very specifically generic I get to roll my eyes in good company and at the end of the day, it is mostly about Connecting
This slice is part of the 17th annual Slice of Life Story Challenge on Two Writing Teachers! #sol24 I’m slicing every day this month, for the 11th year! Wahoo!!! Thanks for stopping by. 🙂
Calm Down
the months I knew for sure my friend was going to die but didn’t know my husband was screwing my kids’ teacher a song kept coming on my shuffle, trying to get me to pay attention to my instincts
I would sob on the way home from visiting my dying friend
Breathe It’ll be okay
later I found out how true the song actually was
so it seems pretty dramatic that work is making me sing that same song I’m rolling my eyes at myself here
nobody’s dying (besides all of us at some point) I’m not even married anymore
just put on, put on, put on your best shoes… and do it with a smile so that no one knows it’s put on, put on, put on
so I should just be able to
breathe it’ll be okay
I already know the sting of betrayal so maybe that is why dignity matters to me truth is important to me and I find it hard to back down from my instincts since I said I’d never doubt them again
hold on to everything you know to be true don’t let the wolves get the best of you breathe