When is the next holiday break?
Y’all. I have SO MUCH work left to do.
I could do my work. Or I could find a bunch of gifs that show you how I’m not doing my work.
God, high school me cannot believe I just said that.
One of the side effects of having a regular column is revealing things about yourself little by little, until you stop noticing how much personal stuff you’re actually telling perfect strangers. To pre-empt a slow and boring process, let me just tell you everything there is to know right now, and be done with it.
Wow, winter break went by fast.
For some of us that are still in school, today might be the first day of winter quarter or spring semester classes. Every term I go through the same ritual in preparation for the start of a new school term.
As a child, I hated beginnings. So much was unknown: What would the teacher be like, the other students? What would we learn? I always longed for October, when routines had firmly taken hold. But now I prefer those beginnings because they are so full of hope.
IT’S BACK TO SCHOOL TIME! Parents are gleefully sending their children back to school and the New York City subways are crowded with school children with their giant backpacks of death and stomach-crushing.
There’s not room for relaxation, Persephoneers.
April really came out of nowhere.
In my previous post about parenting two children while having chronic fatigue syndrome, my daughter was in school and I felt much worse at the time. I’m pleased to say I’ve made some progress.
I have trouble remaining aware of my surroundings, and as a kid it was worse. When teachers called on me in class, I rarely heard them. Even waving a hand in front of my face and saying, “Earth to Bryn!” wouldn’t always snap me out of a trance. Trigger warning for talk of suicide.
You know how it goes: you’re sitting in class, tapping your pen, and half listening to your professor lecture about your assigned reading, half worrying about whether you’re going to get a parking ticket for the parking pass you may or may not have remembered to hang up. And then all of a sudden, your […]
Er, I should clarify that I mean push in a good way; kind of like Tina Fey’s Ms. Norbury in Mean Girls. I think we all have people in our lives who push us toward being our best. I think sometimes it’s important to recognize who those people are, and to appreciate the impact they’ve […]