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Today I’m feeling as happy and content as Max the last time I was at my mom’s and I let him lay on the actual couch.

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After 2 years of being the nomad English teacher, I have one classroom next year.

My first year of teaching, I had 4.

My second year of teaching, I had 3.

Now, I have 1.

A new teacher (OMG I’m not a newbie anymore!) will be essentially taking over what my schedule was like and floating in between my classroom (that sounds so weird to say!!), the classroom I shared for the past 2 years, and another classroom.

This is so strange, beautiful, and glorious all at once. Now, excuse me while I go stalk Pinterest for classroom decorating ideas…

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Shame connections

Which post have people connected with the most on your blog?

See: Shame

God that post blew up. It was unexpectedly posted on BlogHer a few months after I wrote it.

Then, over a year later, I was asked to do a follow up post as part of the #KnowMe series leading up to BlogHer15.

I’d kind of jumped the shark in blogging, and was questioning my place in the blogosphere when I was asked to write this post. To realize important powers that be at BlogHer remembered my post about teaching and being lesbian reminded me of something very important: Sometimes our writing may not make the huge difference we’d hoped for, but it might also stick with one or two people. To those people, our writing makes all the difference in the world.

The Words

I haven’t been able to find the words lately.

I haven’t been able to find the words

I’m not sure what The Words are, or what they want to say, but I haven’t been able to find them.

They disappeared sometime a few months ago, around the time when I realized that standardized testing was around the corner, and that I couldn’t help my students with their freak-outs because I didn’t know what to expect.

Then again, we never really know what to expect, do we?

We prepped to the best of our ability. We stressed. We survived.

Now it’s time for conferences.

Spring Break, please hurry up.