
Eating Humble Pie
Call it shedding my “a pleasure to have in class” skin.
Call it shedding my “a pleasure to have in class” skin.
What actions are actually rest for me these days, and what are just a means to while away the time?
My students would keep me in the loop, right? They wouldn’t just say things and then refuse to explain them to me.
As life got busier and games got one hundred percent more expensive for me (because my parents weren’t buying them for me anymore), the scales fell from my eyes.
It’s unfortunately easy for excellence to fall through the cracks.
In the coming months, I will remember their absence again and again.
I want so deeply to love the people around me.
When the topic comes up in conversation, I pause before saying the word genocide.
There was no way I wasn’t going to listen to a song named after my home state.
Infinity Train feels like my white whale of media.
At this point, it feels like I’m writing thank you notes out of obligation, like I had the equivalent of an internet wedding and instead of noting gifts given, I’m thanking them for playing a game with me for four hours.
It means so much to me that I can hardly bear to let other people know that I’m struggling to keep it afloat.
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This was increasingly bad when that entrance was closed due to the impending NFL draft.
I don’t want to be deeply emotionally available to every person I happen upon.
Let’s not even talk about retirement.
Doesn’t sound like a Hallmark movie, that’s for sure.
These pieces have stood the test of time (or of SEO practices).
I cuddled up in her guest bed and thought, You know, taking trips isn’t so bad.
My future seemed akin to typical Michigan weather: bright but cloudy.
Am I enabling students to become more withdrawn, to become more anxious about engaging with the world outside their computer screen?
It is forever in the way that every teenager screenshots a text message to send to a friend in disbelief, in the way that grandmothers download pictures off of Facebook and print them out.
4 am to 6 am: Camping’s witching hour.
Maybe scrapbooking is my true calling.
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As if I was meant to absorb the classics in the womb.
Perhaps the Meijer family is more savvy than I give them credit for.
You reached your hand out of the ocean of people, standing stock-still in the middle of an intersection while the masses swarmed around you, and I took it.
But then your inbox stays dead. Your calendar remains open.
If I lived alone, my apartment would probably look destitute.