An open letter to the world about my dark cloud: Anxiety. Each day starts out hopeful. I try to fit in breakfast between the "Hi Mommy" wake up in the back room, to the daily epic fight of the bottle to my littlest creation. I scour for caffeine, in any form. Usually coffee or my real… Continue reading The World I Couldn’t Silence
"An Open Letter to my Students" As the kids would say, it's been a minute. I have started three blog posts, idling in my drafts, ready to be taken across the finish line. Yet, as my day started, its revealed itself to be a free for all kind of post day. As the title of my… Continue reading Free Style: The Vent Machine “An Open Letter to my Students”
A look inside the dark corners of your sanity. The most genuine friends I'll ever have I woke up today, ready. I was ready for school, to start reviewing for their finals, to come home cook, and plow onward to a second job I picked up for extra cash. Well, 530 rolled around and my… Continue reading Am I Real?
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… Continue reading Pedagogue, What?