so the shittiest part about not being able to write a measly 500-word essay about why every cell in your body deserves to be hired for this college-level teaching position because you're qualified as fuck and that other girl applying for it is painfully rude and will ruin young poets' lives if she gets the job is realizing that if chosen, you'll be ( Read more... )

don't lose your excitement
take breaks when working on lesson plans
be proud of your results, no matter how small
show confidence when speaking, even if you're not
there is still room to improve but,
you do not suck as a teacher.

I am petrified of growing up ( Read more... )

Some of these writing exercises I've been doin with the Spoken Word youth have been really beneficial to my own poetry. Today we tried a "Found Poem" exercise where we sifted words and phrases out of magazines and glued them into new life. Of course the poets came up with some amazing shit, but I was actually pretty proud of mine. The result ( Read more... )

I am officially a high school Poetry teacher and ever so grateful, one: to have a job so quickly out of college, and two: to be able to experience a day like I did today. Today, poetry was a girl crying about the death of her sister. It was her mother making her wash the dishes. It was hanging fire. It was a peacock. It was ashy hands and knees, ( Read more... )