I was up at 5:30 – despite a night of not sleeping well at
all. My muscles are so tight and angry
with me for making them do ungodly things that I knew today was absolutely a
day to sleep in until The Very Last Minute, but I didn’t listen to that and was
up looking like someone who’d never done yoga a day a day in her life. It was
quite comical.
Took my kids to school…my heart already misses them. There’s nothing TO DO when they aren’t
here. There is no one to laugh with,
sing to, act with, get frustrated with, talk with. I’m hiding Inuit dude and no one is there to
find him. In our haste, we (Ethan) forgot
his sleeping bag for his first immersion trip to Tahoe/Squaw Valley and the
check for his gym stuff. Once at work, I
worked <unlike some other people…cough, cough, who spend 90% of class time
on their smart phone. Glad I have
Swerner to complain to>. I
pondered. I always ponder. WHY did I got into education? More importantly, why didn’t I “make it” in
education? I passed CBEST, MSAT, CSET (cause the MSAT didn’t count anymore) and
RICA on my first shot, in one sitting.
And still. I waited and waited,
hoping to get a position at the school I worked in for 5 years. I finally get placed as a teacher when the
class is closed due to small class size.
I GET it, that ok, we end up where we belong, but now that I have all
these green lights in therapy, I can’t get hours do it because of my part- time
education job. <it’s very annoying at times>
Was able to see how *important* it is to know a student’s
history to some extent because it can make a tremendous difference in terms of how
that child is handled. I was told two
very important words which make SUCH a difference this morning: Anxiety and PTSD. Anxiety is something we all deal with and it
is thrown about with such carelessness, but a diagnosis of anxiety is such a
life changing event, and add PTSD…we’re talking a whole new ballgame now.
After a post-work meeting at a different campus, I was home. I just wanted to nap for a minute, but mom-ness called, so I WROTE another check, grabbed the sleeping bag and headed to the school (for a “free” school, this is one hell of an expensive school). I considered getting some lattice for what I’m going to create, but funds are too low and energy is lacking.
After a post-work meeting at a different campus, I was home. I just wanted to nap for a minute, but mom-ness called, so I WROTE another check, grabbed the sleeping bag and headed to the school (for a “free” school, this is one hell of an expensive school). I considered getting some lattice for what I’m going to create, but funds are too low and energy is lacking.
Something woke me up, however, once I got home and it was (naturally)
sex. Nope, not personal sex (I’m still
re-virgin material), but rather a TED talk sent to me by Jill. This TED talk was with Cindy Gallop who spoke
on the very topic I am impassioned about – no not pornography, but rather sex
and how our everyday cultures, mores and attitudes are shaped by this very
natural, yet terrifyingly shameful (to so many) act. She has absolutely hit the nail on the head in
mentioning that our society is a “puritanical double-standard society” in terms
of trying to promote a teen abstinence program while we have a porn industry
making an average of $13 billion a year (I can cite this, so if you want
sources, lemme know and I’ll provide).
It is so important to stop making sex so taboo to kids when they can
simply Google it. I could go on for
hours, but my laptop is overheating (haha…how Freudian), so I gotta edit and
get this posted.
Her website, which I’ve quickly checked out (and love) is
makelovenotporn dot com.
Picture: The three hedgehogs which represent my Tribe in our new front yard. I love my kids.
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