I didn’t post yesterday because I made an executive decision to chill and enjoy my spring break without any deadlines. So that means I’m suspending my daily blogging for April–at least during spring break. Of course, I’m so far behind on grading (which I’m not supposed to be thinking about this week) that I reserve the right to, you know, just not blog every day for the remainder too. WE SHALL SEE.
(I like that I’m the only person who can make the decision and I’m still calling it an executive decision as if there’s a committee. It amuses me. I am easily amused, okay?)
Okay, so I have been living alone for about eight months, and I have discovered there’s a thing I do when I am alone that I would not do if other people were around. I kept noticing myself doing this thing and being horrified, but I still do it anyway. And to be clear, this is a thing that I hate when other people do and that I would never allow my daughter to do.
As I mentioned, my mom is visiting me for the next two weeks. Earlier today, I told her about this abhorrent behavior, and she laughed at me. She laughed! “Living alone means you can get away with anything,” she said.
And as proof that this is only a thing I do when I’m alone, I found myself about to do it but since my mom is here, I didn’t. So I just don’t even know.
So yes, I confess: I keep kicking the crisper door in the refrigerator closed with my foot like some kind of animal.
I hate when people do this! And yet. I live alone and devolve into…I don’t even know what to call this debauchery.
So now I just have to make myself stop. Maybe having my mom here will get me back on the right track.
1. I haven’t felt like posting the past few days because I don’t feel well. All this time, lactose was destroying me from the inside out and I didn’t even know. Sigh. One thing that has cheered me up is reading Buzzfeed (curated) articles about lactose intolerance like this and this. I have also Googled lactose intolerance memes, which are hilarious.
I started the reintroduction phase of my elimination diet. I was super excited about the lactose test because that meant I got to eat ICE CREAM. But then my stomach was like, NOPE.
So there’s that.
I literally have nothing else.
(This isn’t true. My students gave their presentations for their Station Eleven newsletters today and I have FEELINGS, but I don’t have enough time to write about them because I’m exhausted and I have work and I spent way too much time looking for a GIF for this post, but, as you can see, couldn’t find one. So with that I’m going to bed.)
Links! It’s been a while, but I’ve been reading some good stuff lately and wanted to share.
I can always tell when I am dealing with WMWF by their rallying cry “be nice” or “choose kindness”, as if the act of calling out racism, misogyny, ableism and homophobia is the problem and not the act of racism, misogyny, ableism and homophobia. — #KidLitWomen: An Open Letter to Well-Meaning White Women
You don’t have to watch The Good Place for long to realize that Tahani Al-Jamil is more than, as Eleanor Shellstrop says, “a hot, rich fraud with legs for days.” She’s also a relentless name-dropper. But when Princess Diana is your godmother and Beyoncé if your best friend, can you really blame a girl for bragging? — Every Celebrity That Tahani Has Name-Dropped on The Good Place
In an effort to find something to post about tonight, I somehow fell down a YouTube rabbit hole. I still am not sure how it happened. All I know is I wound up watching this interview with En Vogue on Wendy Williams (they have a new album coming out!):
Then, I watched some more videos, but most importantly this one in which Maxine and Dawn talk about why they left the group (Dawn : En Vogue :: Ice Cube : NWA):
As educators, we need to take ownership of our teaching. If you think your tried and true lessons are lackluster, then change them. Start by looking at your students and asking, what do my students need?
I teach college composition, so I actually take a more selfish approach and ask, “What types of assignments do I want to read?” and then build student choice into that. I mean, yes, obviously, I care about what they need but since I typically have to read over 100 essays at any given time, I have learned that the best thing for me is to consider what interests me.
Ok, so I was planning to write about going to Amy Spalding’s book launch for The Summer of Jordi Perez (it was great! Amy is as funny and fun as her books! I won a Hello Kitty button!) and/or how my student told me (again!) that he loves my class because he’s now no longer scared of college (seriously made my day), but I just wrote the most brilliantly terrible poem, and Maya Angelou’s “Still I Rise” was the Google doodle for today, so I have to celebrate poetry.
First, my poem:
Heart Eyes by Akilah @ The Englishist
like a single emoji
fills the screen of my heart
I mean, seriously. How could I not share that? IT IS PERFECT.
And here’s Maya Angelou reading one of my favorite of her poems: