Being Bullied

She's a bully. She tears me down on the daily. You can't do it, she'll say. Even when I prove her wrong She'll find another way. She's a bully. Mean, like a middle school kid. Her words sting my heart Like daggers she's throwing Tearing my whole self apart. She's a bully. She's around all... Continue Reading →

Those Faces

My class and I have spent many hours together. Since August, we've spent most weeks together learning, playing, and growing. I know their faces. When they are confused by a Math problem When they are sick of taking notes When they are in love with their book When they want more time to work When... Continue Reading →

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