why I chose teaching…

I initially considered many other options, beyond teaching. I went up and down the list, and I job-shadowed, interned, volunteered, worked for a little bit, and interviewed at many different places and job settings, before I finally decided on a career in education.  I seriously considered fields like mental health counseling and social work. I…

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prose poem c:

Refuge, wings What would happen if we stopped seeing shapes and patterns, visions and imagery? These are our lifeblood. What if music, art, and poetry stop existing? And what happens to friendship and love when it’s questioned too much? I’m full of love, loving; and we’re lovely, love’s devotion. | How are we here? And…

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prose poem c:

we are enough Our hands and hearts form a circle, a singing chorus, and a bright rhythm. When the patterns and laws faded, we found hope in the chaos. We found hope in the colors; jet black, blue-black, something like charcoal or ink or glossy black paint; deep brown, like the bark of a tree;…

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poem :3

protection in your form; a shield  Love liberated me. The best thing you can be is liberated from the evils of the world. Let me sit in the shade of your shadow. I want to take refuge in your silhouette. The sun overhead always has a lot to give; heat, warmth, light, intense energy. It…

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prose poem :3

A cabinet, a bookshelf, an alter My wooden bookshelf in my bedroom was once a cabinet of sorts in the kitchen; it’s where my mom used to store onions and potatoes. I removed it from the kitchen, cleaned it off, and now it’s in my bedroom where I use it to store books, notebooks, and…

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The future is often unknown. And the journey to one’s final destination is magnificent. I once heard in a documentary about Vincent van Gogh that he, having once been a minister, spoke of life as “a pilgrimage in which man seeks god along a lonely, difficult path.” I thought that was extremely accurate; that’s what…

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new short piece.

I think a lot of times, you only see things through your own vantage point. I think this applies to how people view socioeconomics, too. I think people who have had a comfortable life since birth might think the economic issue at hand is largely about people working hard, seeking higher opportunities. People who were…

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I feel like my life is defined by what I’m currently studying in school, in state college, at any given epoch. First it was English lit.; then it was education—k-12 special education. Maybe someday it might be school counselorship? Disability services administration? My life might also be defined by which type of volunteer work, community…

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poem c:

In time, as we get older I don’t want to let anybody down.  I don’t want to be too conspicuous  or too much of a burden.  It’s hard to understand  that the future is unknown.  Do we control our own destinies?  I had a classmate in school named Destiny.  I had another classmate named Fatima.…

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