Teaching
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The Smell of Friday
Coffee. Black. Dew-watered grass breathing into the air. Exhaust fumes from a truck labeled Rocket Rooter. Coffee. Fruit Loops in a plastic bag, Birthday donuts, Sneaky chocolate bar. Coffee. Afternoon sunshine, Wind filled with leaves and grass. Sweat. So much sweat. Soccer cleats in sports bags falling from lockers. Eraser dust, Felt-tip pen: lime green. Continue reading
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Both at Once
I’ve been calling them my Attitude Class. I named them for their hinge, Which bends this one way for now, But tantalizes me with the potential for a reversal. The challenge of them crowds my mind. I feel for the other classes; The very joy they bring Is what allows me to rest from them. Continue reading
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Still Learning
They didn’t teach me How best to express an ache For people I don’t know, Or how to help heal a wound That never closes. They didn’t teach me Five steps to fix an evil next door And a continent away. But they did teach me how to love They taught me to stand up Continue reading
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Pieces and Promises
I’m terrible with resolutions. I’m always making commitments to go running more often, and then I don’t go running all winter, because it’s too cold, it gets dark too early, there are other things to do. I enjoy running, but only when it’s convenient and I happen to be in the mood for it, which Continue reading
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Countdown
One week until Thanksgiving break. This is one of those times when the students’ absurdity level rises and my patience collapses on the floor in an exhausted heap. The only salvation for any of us, particularly me, is to maintain a sense of humor, so today I’m choosing to remember the funny moments rather than the frustration. Continue reading
About Me
I’m Stephanie – a perpetual student and aspiring hobbit. I love language, literature, and theology. I’m happiest when surrounded with good food, good company, and things that grow.
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