Pedagogue, What?

The irony is strong with this one.

Pedagogue “a teacher, especially a strict or pedantic one.”–Thank you internet, sincerely the softest teacher in America.

The crew, in the flesh. Don’t mind my lack of color I just pushed a baby out of my body.

I am Rachel. I am Mom. I am Teacher. I am Wife. I am daughter. And I am friend.

I have many thoughts, as one does, so why not compile them, force them onto people, allow them to judge me and come back for more! No, I am just kidding, mostly. I do have plenty of thoughts, whether they are warranted or not, I am choosing to share them.

Full disclosure: You may not like what I have to say and that is okay. I am a mom riddled with anxiety who battles self-control and eats way too many tacos (hence the lack of self-control). Seriously, the amount of tacos I have consumed in my life-time is not feasible for a human, and yet, I’ve always been told, you can accomplish anything you put your mind to, or stomach for that matter. If you subscribe to bloggers, please by all means add me to your list! I promise to be a great, light hearted, sometimes emotional read, but mostly funny. I wont be censored. This forum is a safe space for my rawness. It will work out, because I think I’m a decent human, but I’ll let you be the judge of that 😉

Side bar: I teach Chemistry… DONT RUN, I teach environmental science too. I’m not a regular teacher, I’m a cool teacher. (Yes that was a mean girl reference, and No I am not ashamed.)

To put a tone to the narrative, I have three dogs, a husband, and two kids. (at one point in my life I had said husband and three dogs in a one bedroom apartment because I am crazy. I’m sure that time in my life will debut as a stand alone post, stay tuned.) I will be honest, genuine and most of all, caring. I have this tag I have been branded with since I can remember, I CARE TOO MUCH. So here, I will dump all my feelings, good, bad, squishy, with some dashes of life that include good recipes, restaurants, and funny teacher anecdotes, or what have you as my outlet so I can charade normalcy in the streets. Okay, I’m not that crazy…I think.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s