My little silent sentinel. He won’t leave my side. #Siriusblack #locolunes
They don’t teach you that in library school. Boom! First time for everything. :)
Every time I see an interview with Slug there’s something different. That’s so rare. He’s still definitely Slug, but he still makes for the most interesting interviews.
rainy and cold, the first gasps of fall are made for The Birthday Massacre.
I ran my first informal staff development today with the science department. It bombed.
Yes, I’m a harsh critic of myself. Yes, there were certainly bright moments and takeaways. However, the issues were many and the lasting, relevant impact was minimal at best. And that’s fine.
You’ve gotta start somewhere, and myriad similar cliches about perseverance run though my head. Bootstraps. I’ve missed so many free throws. You know how it goes.
Why did it fail? Preparation is one cause. There were only 2 days to throw it together, but the content about which I was to instruct had been on my mind. The potential for this scenario was real. A few preparations were made- what I was asked to do was meant to be cursory in nature. All things told I spent about 2 hours or so creating a presentation, considering the best use of time, and thinking through some pitfalls. The later occupied the least amount of my time. So that’s where the change needs to happen.
But thinking about the larger meaning is a more worthy use of my time. That presentation is past. I think an emerging theme for me is recognizing my mistakes and bouncing back. Perseverance. Normally I succumb to the frustrations that come with failures. This time I don’t.
Nas’s “One Love” remains one of the most poignant and haunting tracks ever. It’s sibling “We Will Survive” from I Am… is almost its equivalent, but such raw emotion as he laced over Q-Tip’s production is hard to match.
I haven’t blogged in a while, and my downtime needs to be dedicated to reading copious amounts of YA lit unapologetically. Yes, in part it’s for my job, but it’s also to explore a sector of literature I’ve always loved.
And also, you know… read more, write more!
The purpose of this blog is to express pure joy at a piece I just wrote. One of my favorite professors of all time asked me to write a recommendation letter for her, and I said yes without even thinking about it. What I intended to be a work simple praise became something that needed pairing down so as to not seem a work of idolatry. Okay, that might be an exaggeration. But the fact that writing it came so easily, and that I could easily quadruple its current length with anecdotes and extensions is what made the process truly resonate with me. The impact of educators can be massive, no matter the course it takes.
And so, because I’ve been writing for hours, I’ll be brief. But I will say this. I’ll be doing reading in my limited down time for work and for myself. For work because these kids at my current school are voracious readers, and I want to be genuine and sanguine in my recommendations. For myself because I need to be reading more if I ever hope to finish these novels. For work and myself because I want to be lasting, in the set possible way.
…and suddenly, you’re not only are you not the youngest, but not even close to it. And everyone makes you aware of it.
And it doesn’t matter. At all. :)