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Somehow, I made it.

I survived my first year of teaching.

In a year filled with new state regulations and expectations, 3x the allotted snow days for the school year, a fire, a random assortment of supervisors, and 4 classrooms for 5 classes, I survived.

I had veteran teachers saying repeatedly that they hadn’t been as exhausted as they’ve been this first year, and then look at me and ask how I’m still standing.


As the bracelets I gave my students say, “I survived Ms. Barbour’s class.” This is true for both them and for me as well.

We all survived my first year of teaching.

I’m in this weird state of exhaustion, and I probably won’t process my feelings until next week, but HOT DAMN! I did it.

Looks like I’m gonna make it after all.



When it comes to my collection of books, I revert to being a selfish little kid. I’ve always been extremely proud of my love of reading, and I don’t share my books very easily. In fact, the last time I shared my books, I lent a “friend” from college my Jacobian Shakespeare books for a Shakespeare course and she never even returned them. That killed our friendship. The mere thought of sharing my books sends me into an irrational state of panic.

So, when I decided to share some of my collection of poetry books with my students this week for Creative Writing Week, including a few signed and limited editions, I was shaking before I even entered the classroom.

a suitcase full of some of my poetry books

a suitcase full of some of my poetry books

My relationship with my students has morphed into something beautiful. Even the fact that I was willing to share my most prized possessions with my students showed me how much love and trust I have for my kiddos. After I gave them all the schpiel on how big of a deal it was that I was sharing my books with them, I only had to ask a couple of kids to treat my books better.

Yesterday was the last day of classes before Final Exams, and I’m still feeling “some type of way.” This first year of teaching has had its ups and its downs, but most of all it’s had a ton of learning experiences in so many aspects of my life. I gave my kids all bracelets that read “I survived Ms. Barbour’s class” and we all had A Moment…every period. These kiddos will always have a special place in my heart, and I’m so lucky to have had them as my students this year. I’m also lucky they didn’t destroy my books.


My old man

Max the Dog turned 10 a few weeks ago. I’ve been trying to put into words– and pictures– how much this silly little dog has meant to me for the past decade, and it’s been difficult to articulate how much a little dog could impact a girl’s life.

When we got Max, I was 14. We went to a pet store (I know, I know) to JUST LOOK at possible hypo-allergenic breeds that our family could handle.

We ended up falling in love.

For the past decade, Max has been a vital part of our lives, in particularly mine. He was the first living, breathing creature I came out to. He’s been my secret keeper, my confidante, and a girl’s best friend since the moment he licked my hand in the pet store.

Now, old age is starting to catch up with him. He went completely blind last weekend, and, despite a few days of doggie depression, he has been doing remarkably well. His personality has been ridiculously calm and docile, but he’s slowly getting back to his diva self.

Regardless of all this, he’s still my old man and my baby boy, all wrapped into one.

Maxie, a few months after we bought him home

Maxie, a few months after we bought him home