GingerSass

adding ginger to your sass

GingerSass - adding ginger to your sass

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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All Over

It’s been a very long time since I’ve just sat and written something other than lesson plans. Most of my life has evolved into a revolution around school, my blog, or my latest website. I’ve neglected my own writing, which you would think isn’t true with a blog, but I’ve accomplished none of what I wish I could be accomplishing.

A month ago, I turned 24. Since then, I’ve been stressed. I’ve been worrying about V’s longer-than-expected recovery from surgery. I’ve been nervous for my students, who are taking a state test next week. They need the test to graduate, but only if they’re Juniors– next year, we get a different, more difficult state test to brainwash our students into being panicked over. The second semester of school finally began after being delayed due to our 10 snow days. Spring Break was essentially cancelled, and then this week it was sort of reinstated after the school year was extended by 3 days. I’m finding it stressful to balance the demands of planning for 4 different courses, yet relaxing since two of the courses are electives.

I’m not used to having a moment to myself to just breathe and write. Max is laying at my feet, licking the top of my foot and being a little weirdo. He’s also cuddling my feet in lieu of his stuffed animals, which is a tad bizarre, even for him. I am grateful to have him as my cuddle buddy though– he’s been my little guy for almost 11 years, and I wouldn’t trade his bizarre antics for anything else in the world.

This is literally one of the worst blogs I’ve ever written. It’s a long ramble, filled with half completed thoughts and mindlessly typed words. Much like my own mind lately, it’s all over the place. I need a few days of hibernation, and then maybe I can reconnect with my ten minutes of writing.