525600 minutes, 365 days, And a year has past. In my next year I will spend 180 of those days With my students, But for the past 4 years I kept track of those days in classes Asking questions and learning about the … Continue reading 365 Days
I have something to tell you, but I’m not sure how to say it. Are you happy? I want you to be happy, But I’m not sure what to do– I feel like I’m tiptoeing around shattered glass, Picking up stray pieces, Wondering where they … Continue reading Are you Happy?
A Word to the Wise Your words are venom– The kind of venom that gets beneath the skin and spreads like a bug bite. A bee sting. The kind of feeling you get from someone repeatedly pricking every inch of your skin with a fine … Continue reading Venom
A poem I wrote during my Senior year of college. I am going home. I am leaving, but I hate saying good-bye. Good-byes are hard, and they aren't honest. You can't look someone in the eye and tell them it's good that you're leaving-- So here I … Continue reading My Campus Letter
Do not prop books on tree branches--they will fall and scare the heck out of the blonde girl in your American Lit class. Take two flashlights when you go caving, unless you feel like wandering through a cave in the dark for a few hours. … Continue reading 10 Things I’d Tell My Freshman-self
I am scared of a lot of things. I'm scared of ISIS, terrorism, disease, and people hiding in the dark, waiting for people like me. I am scared of him. I am scared of being alone, and having no one to go to. I am scared … Continue reading This is Not a Black and White Story