Every English class that I teach begins with a daily journal prompt on the screen. It is so predictable, in fact, that my beloved students will look to the screen as soon as they enter my room and panic with wide-eyed horror and confusion if a question does not await them. Are we having class? […]
Read More Prove ItFor the longest time, I perceived no rhyme nor reason to my anxiety. It came and went us unpredictably as the wind.
Read More Know Your Triggers | How to Manage Darker DaysParadoxical, this teaching. Monday to Friday is a blur of preparations, gone before dark, back with the sinking sun, washed dished, and (mostly) dreamless sleep. On Fridays, two of my English scholars have the same prayer request during worship: that the weekend goes by slowly.
Read More Why Teaching Helps My Anxiety III wish everyday ended like today…But they don’t.
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