February 2012
8 posts
dear job applications,
DIE, DIE, DIE.
“contiguous, adj.
I felt silly for even mentioning it, but once I did, I knew I...”
– The Lover’s Dictionary, David Levithan (via clavicola)
“Here we are again. I am holding half an acre of Michigan
in my left hand, the...”
– “After Getting Caught Staring, Twice,” Meg Day
(via clavicola)
January 2012
21 posts
“Every person in this chamber can point to a teacher who changed the trajectory...”
– President BARACK OBAMA (via inothernews)
someone needs to teach me to be eloquent so i can make an attempt at capturing this. my inability to do so is endlessly frustrating. i have always been able to put everything into words, until now. maybe that’s what makes it so right.
also. nights that i fall asleep somewhere other than tangled up with him just suck a lot more.
that’s all.
LET'S TALK ABOUT HOW AWESOME TWO HOUR DELAYS ARE.
dear today,
“i’m going upstairs, i’m sick of hearing republicans talk.”
– dad (via modernistdesign
)
modernistdesign:
i’m going to go bake cookies just so i can eat them.
why the fuck else would you bake cookies, honestly.
this week:
began full-time teaching (wait, what?)
watched iowa turn into a damn tundra overnight
was instantly charmed by a squeaky little six-year-old named todd (and the rest of my nineteen lovable first-graders)
welcomed another sinnott sister into adulthood (three down, one to go)
watched the aforementioned sinnott sister bitch out her tattoo guy
missin’ my valley park kiddos like mad. like...
teachers in a bankrupt pennsylvania school... →
noregretscoyote:
wow
this text conversation literally happens weekly.
“how do you feel about buffalo wings and going to bed ridiculously early?” - me. “have i ever told you that i love you?” - him.
yes yes yes yes.
strong, like a mother holds her child free as horses running wild and real as a prayer on a lonely night sure as the ocean tides
fuck you.
he would do anything for you. anything. do you not understand that? what in the name of everything holyl is preventing you from seeing the complete lack of hesitation in which he would give himself up for your sake? you are so. fucking. lucky. to have him and you better not say anything like that ever again.
i’ll probably delete this later but seriously. nothing fucking pisses me off more...
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December 2011
22 posts
perfect night.
seriously. so perfect. could it get any more perfect? nope, it was pretty perfect exactly how it was.
tuesday.
“who in the world are you texting on our special day?” - him.
“we’re having a special day?” - me.
“yes.” - him.
“why are we having a special day?” - me.
“because it’s tuesday and i love you.” - him.
mmm.
HEY, YOU.
yeah, you. guess what? YOUR LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL. the world is beautiful. don’t ever forget that.
iowa: get skuzzy or die tryin'. →
GET IT, RAYGUN.
observations from 20 years of iowa life. →
once, i had an immense amount of respect for dr. stephen bloom of the university of iowa after reading his work on the postville immigration raids, jane elliott’s blue-eyes/brown-eyes exercise, and the oxford project. that respect has been severely compromised.
aside from this unfortunate excuse for an article’s lack of any valid point, his generalizations and assumptions are entirely...
the first time that i saw you, you cleaned the...
look out, 4th graders...
I’M COMING!
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really, dr. webb?...really?
“Describe how you would go about developing the traditional algorithms for addition and subtraction. How would you deal with the issue of beginning on the right with the ones place when students’ natural tendency is to begin on the left? use 385 + 128 to illustrate a reasonable written algorithm that begins on the left instead of the right. Do the same for 453-278.”
“I like to think
he survived in order to find me, in order
to arrive here,...”
– Dorianne Laux, excerpt from Music in the Morning (via holdonmagnolia)
yes yes yes yes. and, yes.
so just take my hand, and know that i will never...
december 5, 2011.
today i woke up next to my lovably cranky man, then overslept again, taught a really awesome lesson about fossils, didn’t do a damn thing in my math methods class, inhaled an enormous cup of coffee, visited my new school for student teaching, proceeded to fall in head over heels in love with that school, decided i was craving some lasagna, came to my dad’s house just to find a big...
what the fuck who says that BESIDES MY FATHER
me: dad, didn't you hang out with the beach boys once or something?
dad: yep! i took them to the airport. i have pictures if you wanna see sometime.
