GingerSass

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I’m trying.

I’m going to BlogHer15 at the end of the month so I’m really, honestly trying to blog this month. I have a few days off before Summer School begins so let’s see how this goes.

On weekdays, I’ll be responding to the prompts supplied by BlogHer BECAUSE OMG MY BRAIN IS FRIED AND IT’S HARD TO WRITE.

Do people generally understand what you’re trying to say?

This is a loaded question. I guess it depends on what aspect of my life you’re looking at.

My grandfather always said if you want to have intelligent conversation, you need to talk to yourself.

I understand me, most times.

This, however, doesn’t mean I understand what I’m trying to say. I think, sometimes, I get caught up in the moment and get verbal diarrhea. I am an English teacher, however, so I usually am able to articulate what I mean halfway through my ramble.

My students, for the most part, understand me. I break things down and usually end up talking in slang so they “get it.”

My family and loved ones know me so they know my varying levels of insanity. I struggle more with communicating with them because I sometimes (wrongfully) assume they can read my mind.

My dog understands me.

My fiancĂ©’s dog (my step-dog?) is starting to understand me.

I hope you all get me.

What I’ve learned with NaBloPoMo 2014

I took part in NaBloPoMoBlahBlahBlah 2014 because I’ve been neglecting GingerSass for GayBrideGuide and I felt like my older blog-child was feeling the wrath of my accidental favoritism.

Actually, it totally was.

This past month, I learned that my sassy followers have actually missed my sass, and that they Google the weirdest shit.

For example, the top searches that have led to GingerSass in the past month are “Sims 3 Sex” (which I assume is about gender fluidity and sexuality in the Sims 3 you pervs!), “Ginger Sass” (Yay! People Google my blog!!!), “crazy classrooms (aka my life),” and “i’m too old for clubbing,” “dont feel like clubbing as i get older,” and “i don’t want to go to the club anymore.” (I haven’t been to a club since grad school, thank you. #oldladystatus for the win!)

Y’all are my kind of weirdos.

I also learned that I’ve missed rambling about nothing.

My blog is where I’ve found my voice, and lost it. It’s been a large part of the development of who I am, and who I will grow to be.

Blogging, I can’t quit you. Muahs.

My job loves my blog less than I do.

My job loves my blog less than I do.

Thanks for the love, NaBloPoMoBlah. Keep loving me. Unless, of course, you’re trying to access GingerSass from a school district where it’s blocked. Then you’re out of luck. <3

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Nope.

Today I received my “All the Nopes That Ever Noped in Nopeland” tshirt from Awesomely Luvvie, and it put a much needed grin on my face after a stressful few weeks.

Nopes.

Nopes.

I ordered this tshirt for it to become my designated shirt of choice to wear when essays are due and students are trying their best excuses out on me.

It just seems appropriate to have received it tonight.

I want to believe that the right decision will be made in Ferguson… but I can’t. Doing so would just be another demonstration of the injustice of race.

I see my students and their different backgrounds each and every day. I see them argue about “dark skinned” versus “light skinned,” and I see how the implications of their own races impact their daily existence. I see how they want to put a voice to the injustices they don’t understand.

I don’t understand them either.

Tomorrow, we will talk. They will ask me if I watched the verdict, and I will answer. They’ll voice their own concerns, and I’ll let them discuss. Then, if we have time, we’ll go back to peer editing essays and discussing Greek Theatre.

But we won’t ever have enough time to discuss race or Ferguson, because there isn’t enough time to discuss all that can be said.

As I wait to hear word of the verdict tonight, I’m sick, thinking of my students, my friends, and all of the unjustices in the world.

All the Nopes That Ever Noped in Nopeland.