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Today, I imagined leaving my students at the end of my student teaching semester, and I was just overcome with sadness... (I started crying ( Read more... ) -
I love it
I love teaching. Whenever I tell people that I want to be a teacher, they give me a skeptical look. That slight quirk of the eyebrow that speaks the world to me. "So, it's like... your calling?" they ask me. They cannot conceive of it any other way. I suppose they almost can't believe that it can be pleasurable for me ( Read more... ) -
Not Student Teaching: Yoga instead
So today, I found out that Yoga HURTS. Not the contortiony type of hurting--(though that definitely exists) but the muscle burning, I just lifted 10 pounds kind of hurt.
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Student teaching...
This semester, I try my hand at being a real teacher in a real school with real students and real work ( Read more... ) -
Queen Margaret
From forth the kennel of thy womb hath crept ( Read more... ) -
In which the "post" page baffles me
Every time I think "I should write something for LJ ( Read more... ) -
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Thinking about writing an analytical paper that compares Colin Goh's Singapore Dreaming, Lorraine Hansbury's A Raisin in the Sun, and Hisaye Yamamoto's Seventeen Syllables.
For fun.
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Friends:
Are you sad? Feeling down? Did your food taste bland, dry, loveless? What's wrong?
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Let's talk: Let's talk--what's wrong? E-mail me, skype. I've been too long silent in your life.
(Haven't I?)
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This crazy, tilting world.
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Words, words, words,
hamlet says.
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Alienation
It's strange to be a graduate student at the place you spent four years as an undergraduate.
There is an incongruity between familiar place and absent people. Class of 2010--where are you ( Read more... )