It’s still summer and I can see my breath as I sit staring at the grey linoleum floor in this shoebox of brick walls they deemed my office. There is barely any room for my desk let alone space for me to guide my students if they ever need help. But this is what I’ve […]Read more "Code of Ethics | Schools Out Series"
I’m an artist. I design things with my mind. I try to place them for your eyes. I’m an artist. I paint in black and white. I make you see with color and light. I’m an artist. You compare me to the greats. You determine I’m worthless. I’m an artist. I take up space in […]Read more "I’m an Artist"
As the class dismissed, I watched the students file out of the room one, two, three at a time. As the classroom emptied and I said goodbye to the first day of class, I looked up to see her still sitting in her seat, stonefaced. Our lives had taken us on two different paths of […]Read more "No Excuses | Schools Out Series"
I’ve walked this campus numerous times. I remember my first kiss under the tree by Pollock dorms and falling on the ice during winter near the chem lab. I remember feeling scared and embarrassed about being just myself while sitting in the cafeteria studying. I had friends and enemies in all corners of this campus […]Read more "First Day of School | Schools Out Series"
Labor day weekend was supposed to be filled with me reading a few chapters of my textbook, chilling out on the couch with my dog and seeing the boyfriend. Instead, it turned into a labor of love that ended in a new addition to my household and a decision that I had put off for […]Read more "Labor of Love"
It’s the end of the summer… sort of. School is starting for many in the coming weeks, including me. Yep, that’s right I’m starting school, again. Over the last few year’s I’ve waxed and waned about going back to school to get my masters. Well, I’m doing it. It’s a personal goal I’ve had for […]Read more "Schedule of Events"
My darkest secret sank into the coffee mug as Ben wrapped his arms around me. My cheeks burned as the lump in my throat erupted into fiery sobs. Caroline is the only other person to know this secret. She knows the depth of it, I don’t want to relive the depths, not now, not ever. I […]Read more "Broken | The Bare Essentials Series"