It’s been a week since the venerable institution of Calvin College empowered me to move a string on a piece of cardboard and handed me an empty diploma case (and a cool medal that I’ll definitely wear when I’m old and washed up and need something with which to validate my life). I want to make more jokes here, but I also don’t want to intensify your emotional whiplash more than I already have.
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Tonight, I attended a choir concert to see some of my students in action. Even though I was in the nose bleeds (who knew so many people came out to watch middle schoolers?!), I spotted most of my students and grinned as they awkwardly sang and swayed to the music. I said hi to a number of them afterward, and you know I’m going to bring it up tomorrow.
I also attended a baseball game on Saturday, ...
In your heart of hearts, who did you expect me to become?
Was I, acclaimed professor, nodding sagely as my students stressed in my office about credits and life? Was I the master high school teacher who was nominated for yearbook dedication every other year? Was I balancing babies on my hips and wearily glancing at the laundry piling up? Was I a novelist, scribbling phrases in the corners of no...
We’re having confession time here, because it’s always confession time on this blog: I’ve been avoiding this space.
The month of April has been a difficult one for me. Work-wise, it hasn’t been too bad. I’ve been working through the poems I collected from my eighth graders (now I have collected them a month ago and still haven’t finished them… whoops) and mostly chilling in the back while my ment...
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