So many things have filled my days this autumn. The changing of leaves brought many changes to my life. The biggest of which is that I am now a married woman!

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The tangled path to this step with C is for another post, but after a very quiet and small backyard ceremony (big party with family and friends comes later in 2018), we are now officially ourselves, but with a couple of contracts between us. The biggest challenge so far has been that we only had two weeks together before he left for South Korea for a year. By far, one of the loneliest times in my life was driving back to Louisiana from Georgia after bringing him to Atlanta. We arrived and waited intertwined at the terminal until he had to board. Then it really was like a movie…holding hands until he couldn’t anymore and watching until I couldn’t see him anymore before leaving, tears streaming down my face.

Right now we’re grappling with whether he should power through a year alone in Korea, or if I should join him for a two year tour. We’re still very much just trying to adjust to all of the pragmatic changes that come with being married (receiving the license, applying for mutual benefits, altering life insurance policies, getting on car insurance policies, what should I do about my last name, and so on).

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To be honest, it has been a little overwhelming. The sense of responsibility is very real. I need to get a better grip on my finances, so I requested that we opt out of common property (which is the default when you get married in our state) so that he will not have to take responsibility for the debts I bring into our marriage. It also makes a little more sense to do right now since we are living completely apart in different countries with different sets of household expenses. It’s difficult to make long-term decisions as well without knowing where he will eventually be stationed, but at the very least we know we need to save for moving expenses and for a wedding party 😛

Although to some it seems like an unnecessary expense, it is something I’ve always imagined (my wedding with my maid of honor and bridal party and dancing in a wedding dress), and aside from quickly announcing it at a welcome home party for him with his family, I haven’t had an opportunity to celebrate with my own extended family and friends. Plus tradition! And decorating and food and so on 🙂

As I try to sort through these to-do lists, my and our finances, and my new life as an army wife, I hope this can serve as a place to sort my thoughts. Feel free to offer words of advice and hopefully I’ll be able to offer some knowledge as well.

Burning [wo]man

Written in honor of Teacher Appreciation Week


Burning man allows people to come together as a community to celebrate and showcase creativity and talent. Ideally, teaching would allow and encourage the same thing, but this is not always the case. People are quick to list teachers and other community workers as people who are under-recognized and underfunded – anything more active than that is rare. This is fine. As a teacher, I don’t need to be praised for doing what I’m being paid to do…I need support from administration, coworkers, parents, and the students themselves.

There’s a reason teacher turnover is so high. In 2013, ~8.1% of teachers transferred to a different school and ~7.9% of teachers left the profession all together. There are plenty of trends related to gender, race, salary, and education level, but one of the most important indicators seems to be whether or not the teacher has a mentor during their initial time at their school. While this is great for teachers who have a present mentor, my own experience has been that I have an on-paper mentor – I have those who are listed as my mentors…but who aren’t present or approachable. As a new teacher, it is sometimes overwhelming and intimidating to confront new students, a new administration, a new school culture, and a new curriculum…and then be expected to seek out a mentor to answer questions you didn’t even know you had. As a new teacher, you are constantly reminded to not take it home. Well. Easier said than done.Picture1

It’s hard to focus on your own well being when faced with the leading causes of teacher burnout. Of the following list:

  • Teaching those who lack motivation
  • Maintaining discipline
  • Time pressure and workload
  • Coping with change
  • Being evaluated by others
  • Dealing with colleagues
  • Self-esteem and status
  • Administration and management
  • Role conflict and ambiguity
  • Poor working conditions,

I personally struggle the most with the motivation and discipline of my students and support from administration, although I’ve been faced with stress from the others at one time or another during my last two years of teaching (which are also my first two years).

I work at a school that has a mixed academic population. What does this mean? Well, half of the school is considered magnet and the other half “traditional.” The magnet students can be bused in from out of our area and are from all over the school district. The traditional students are from the local neighborhoods – thus our school is considered a Title I school. This has given us an interesting and diverse, although sometimes fractured, school culture. At this point, am I burned out? Yes. At least, for the foreseeable future. But in a few weeks I’ll have the summer and will be geared up to be burned out again by this time next year.

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Much like Eric, I am finding myself too tired to even do my day-to-day mundane tasks. Showering is a victory while dishes lie strewn about my apartment, forgotten. Even my students have started asking “Are you okay?” I don’t really know how to answer that question when they ask. How do you say,I’ve struggled with y’all not listening to me for months now, and I’m exhausted from it. I’ve struggled with meetings, panels, papers, grading, and just balancing my life for months and am exhausted from it. I’ve struggled with staying fit and saving money and maintaining relationships, and I’m exhausted from it” 

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I look up like this and they draw back in fear and then I just sigh. They don’t understand the struggle that it has been to get up and drive to work. They don’t go home and take a three hour nap before being able to face just taking out the trash. I’m officially out of forks and spoons and plates…

Teaching Those Who Lack Motivation

I am lucky enough to teach seniors who say they want to go to college. They’re driven to “do what they need to do.” This, unfortunately, drives the focus away from learning and to mentalities like cheat or repeat and well is this going to be on the ACT? Just recently I gave a post-test as mandated by our district, and the first comment I was met with was “Well give us the answers. It’s good for you and your money (bonus) and good for us.” I was appalled. Even more so when they said “Well Mr. __ & Mrs. ___ & … did it, why can’t you?” Cheating is rampant throughout the school, especially with digital tools to help out, such as Group Message. One student may find the answers (whether one works it, they find the key online, or see the key on a teacher’s desk) and snaps a pic. They then use Group Message to send the photo to everyone, so everyone has the picture to copy and thus everyone has the answers to the assignment without working it. Then, when it comes to tests, they try to do the same thing (pictures to circulate of one person’s tests) or simply fail them because they didn’t do the initial work in the first place. There aren’t too many things I can do as a consequence – especially since much of this is hearsay or not directly observed. I had always loved to learn myself, so the idea that someone would cheat to circumvent that is foreign to me. I was lucky enough to have parents who loved to show us new things, to attend a high school that encouraged learning, and to be exposed to my favorite book, The Phantom Tollbooth, at an early age. The students don’t share my same motivation for knowledge, just a drive to get out and get to the magical land of college one way or another.

Many places you would like to see are just off the map and many things you want to know are just out of sight or a little beyond your reach. But someday you’ll reach them all, for what you learn today, for no reason at all, will help you discover all the wonderful secrets of tomorrow.

Maintaining Discipline

While these students are college-bound, they are still in high school, so while sometimes I’d like to just send them away forever, I can’t. I can, however, send them to the office. Which is just about as effective as wishing them away forever. Both times I wrote up a student (for blatant and severe disrespect), nothing has happened. Students (not just the ones I directly teach) will walk away when confronted by a teacher or even an administrator. Those who are suspended will miss school for a few weeks and then come back demanding their work. Students have brought guns to school with no notification to teachers, students have fought so badly they’ve knocked each other out. These are more severe examples of discipline problems, but there are smaller and more prevalent issues that are rampant throughout my classes. There’s no volume control when it comes to voices, students will talk/yell over the teacher and then complain they don’t know what’s going on. It’s exhausting to struggle with students who talk over me then want extra tutoring. You’re tasked with finding where to draw the line between being taken advantage of and doing your job. It’s stressful to both not be able to control your class, but also know that your students are 17-18 year old “adults” who just refuse to entertain the idea of respecting a teacher.

What you CAN do is often simply a matter of what you WILL do.

Administration and Management 

I know it’s dangerous to talk about this sort of thing (work) online, even on a personal blog, but I really don’t have any complaints about the personnel here. I actually like what I understand their vision for our school to be. What has been difficult for me is the turnover rate. I have taught at my school since August 2014. Since then, we have had six acting principals and many new assistant principals Having that turnover rate is difficult. Each person has their own vision for the school that they try to instill (which is good), but it’s difficult to switch methodologies, especially when they affect how we’re supposed to teach. There are a lot of different rules we have to adhere to that are good in theory, but to keep up with everything is a struggle. I try my hardest to not bring my work home, but sometimes, even if the papers don’t follow me, the worry does. I worry what if I’m not fulfilling their expectations, what if I won’t be considered effective, what happens if I am considered ineffective? Will I be asked to return to my position? Will I have a job next year?

Whether or not you find your own way, you’re bound to find some way. If you happen to find my way, please return it, as it was lost years ago. I imagine by now it’s quite rusty.

BalanceBurnout is a very real psychological stressor that many teachers experience. I feel like I’m on a one-way train to exhaustion via frustration and cynicism. I want to be happy and really enjoy my job, but sometimes it’s difficult. I am a social introvert, so dealing with so many people on a daily basis is already difficult, but when I struggle with maintaining control of the classroom while fulfilling the duties given to be by the school it’s even harder. I don’t dislike teaching. In fact, there are many times that I really really enjoy it, but the problems associated go beyond not being recognized or having to buy supplies myself. A lot of it is recognizing burnout and being supportive when you see it. Understanding that the small victories of doing laundry and sweeping the kitchen are enough for now, and that to ask any more of us before summer is just too much.


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Easter

I hope everyone had a happy holiday! Because I live in Louisiana (a very Catholic location), a66656892e2116494d7c8cdf5c77a885.jpgour spring break aligns directly with Easter. Z’s break, unfortunately, was the week before and mine is this week, so no fun trips anywhere for us! Although, he spent last week with his mom and I spent this weekend and some of this week with my family, so it was unlikely we’d be taking trips anyway because we’re all family-oriented and boring 😛

Since being home I was able to plant herbs I bought on my last trip home (basil, sage, thyme, peppermint, dill, lemon balm, as well as grape tomatoes and a banana pepper plant). I went to Sunday church with my mom (although I’m not particularly religious, this is meaningful to her). I worked a lot on Z’s birthday present, which I cannot share here (yet) because he is a reader of this blog as well. I also went to a crawfish boil hosted by a family friend (really very much family at this point) and ate my weight in crawfish on the Saturday between Good Friday and Easter.

As an Easter gift, my mom got us all tickets to see Foreigner later in April! I’m super excited because I love Foreigner and have never been to a concert before! I also got a giant chocolate bunny (which I have since devoured). I took my cats home this trip. It’s the first time I’ve brought them anywhere. Although Max yowled the whole time (with intermittent mews from Kat Kat), it was an overall uneventful trip with them. They seem to be doing fine in the new environment.

I had a pretty eventful week at school, but aside from saying it was exhausting and my first experience with a parent-teacher conference, I shall stay silent on much of the matter out of professionalism and job security 😉

I hope you all had a fantastic holiday!

Book Bazaar Haul

Our local university has a huge book bazaar it hosts each year. This was my haul for $9 (plus a $10 cookbook that Z sweetly bought me with the condition that I cook him Reuben sandwiches from it). I’m pretty excited to see what I can learn and create! The atlas is from 1986 and for Great Britain. I plan to use it for tons of decorating ideas I’ve seen on Pinterest!

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No FOMO

FOMO, or Fear of Missing Out, is exactly what it sounds like. The fear of regret…of making the wrong choices or not obtaining the same levels of psychological satisfaction that your peer group (or whoever you define as “everyone”).

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So what leads me to my own FOMO?

I collect postcards. Part of my collection can be seen in the header above, some are posted in my bedroom, and some are still stored. Part of my Valentine’s Day gift was a postcard from Z from South Africa (inscribed he had flown all the way to SA and back just to get me that card for V-Day – hehehe). This means that the only two continents I am missing are Antarctica and Australia, so I made an all-call post on fb to the people I know who regularly go to Antarctica for work and hopefully someone who knew someone else in Australia. I then got the following comment:

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Now I don’t know whether this was meant in an ugly way, but it sort of jabbed me in a
sore spot, right in the FOMO. I love going to new mapplaces and on adventures, but I haven’t been able to make a big trip in the last few years because of monetary reasons. This isn’t meant to imply I’ve never done anything ever – I’ve been to Canada and several states…but aside from local travel (to Natchitoches, New Orleans, and last summer, Texas), I have a music festival in Florida in May and a wedding to attend in Colorado in June to look forward to. I really would like to travel to another continent and be the one choosing my own postcards and racking up stamps in my passport. I guess the implication of the comment (what I felt) was “Travel and get your own damn postcards you inauthentic butthole!” I am fairly certain that isn’t what she meant, but it still made me feel sad.

When I look around my living room, I have three world maps, a United States map, a wooden sign that says “Choose your Own Adventure” and a wooden sign with a space shuttle painted on that says “Adventure Awaits!” It’s very clear that I’ve been infected by the travel bug.

To be honest, I have two fears. There’s the fear of missing out and the fear of instability. I’m in no way financially stable right now, so who would I be to dedicate that kind of money to travel…but at what point does waiting become more harmful than helpful? I’m not sure how to reconcile these feelings and fears. I also want to pursue a Master’s degree, so that’s money right there…plus my consumer debt and the student debt that already exists. I know my adventure awaits…I just have to figure out how to fund it and how much I’m willing to spend for experience…and how much it would cost me if I didn’t gain these memories at all…

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January is named for the Roman God Janus, of new beginnings, which comes from ianua, Latin for door

The last few weeks of silence have been a time of transition in many areas of my life. I know it has been a few weeks since you’ve heard from me, and I apologize for that. It feels like it has been so much and yet so little.

New Year’s started with the best Louisiana tradition, black-eyed peas, braised cabbage, [along with] pork tenderloin, and baked sweet potatoes. I got the recipes for the black-eyed peas and braised cabbage from my Thug Kitchen cookbook. I thought this would load my year with luck and money, but sometimes these things don’t happen like we expect.

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I began having passive problems with Bayleaf about a month into our lease. As she became more infatuated with the person she was dating, she spent less time at home and less time focusing on work (both at home and her profession). She became more withdrawn and, well, grumpier. The beginning of November was not positive for me due to me and Z breaking up for a while and getting bronchitis at the same time. I didn’t even have the energy to mope. I ended up hiding out in my room so I wouldn’t contaminate the house, but I still went to work because nearly everyone was out and there weren’t enough substitutes to cover every class. Around this time, it looked like Bayleaf’s brother, Colt, would be coming back home from PA. He asked to stay with us for a little while about halfway through November. As a group, we agreed to let him stay through the end of the year and reevaluate the situation then.

By the end of the month, things had come to a head. I couldn’t stand living in a house where I felt like I wasn’t being spoken to, where Bayleaf was driving 3 hours to spend Thurs-Mon with her bf while her large dog remained behind. The confrontation ended in cursing and yelling, with nothing resolved. Ugly jabs were made about her job and my breakup. She ended up being fired the next day, though she had part-time work to fall back on. She approached me to mend the bridge a little and promised to take her dog to her parents as we had agreed whenever she was out of town. About a week after that, Z and I began again, and so I hoped everything was looking up.

But it wasn’t. And she didn’t keep her promises. She left him at the apartment every weekend to visit her bf while making jabs at Colt. She and her bf spent the NY with me and Z with relatively little interaction. Colt ended up joining the army and was to go to bootcamp January 24, 2016. Things with Bayleaf got progressively worse. She was not contributing to the apartment, she wasn’t cleaning, replacing supplies, replacing spices or food, and was being short and mean to me and her brother. I finally had enough when, the week after I thought I had addressed it, she left her dog again for a long weekend. He jumped on the stove and ate half a tenderloin I had cooked, not his first time doing things like this. She messaged us as a group after ignoring us to ask what the problem was. I was out to dinner, so I didn’t respond. The next night I messaged to ask her if she was going home to take her dog to her parents.

She proceeded to block both Colt and me on social media and begin separating out and packing up her things. I got home from work and just removed my things from her hutch (she had pushed them to the edge). She had even pushed aside our groceries in the pantry to be divided along an individual line. The next day she had separated out the freezer and refrigerator. That night, I didn’t want any conflict, so I went to Z’s house and spent the night. I came home to a call from Colt saying they had gotten into a physical altercation, where he pushed her away from him and she came at him flailing. Where her bf had gotten involved. Where I walked in and the plate of our apartment was hanging off, decorations were broken, and there were cracks in the frame of doors. I spoke to the apartment managers, but there wasn’t anything they could do.

I. Was. Furious.

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Colt is one of my best friends. The idea that someone, even his sibling, would attack him was the final straw. I can go through living with a Great Wall between us. I can go through being ignored. But I will not stand for the people I love being harmed by anyone. I became the Petty Queen. I moved everything that belonged to me, from the kitchen trashcan to the cleaning supplies to the dishtowels into my room and locked it. I feel that I was being pushed to my limit to create an altercation to give her an excuse to move in with her bf…but I proceeded to write a note detailing exactly what “the problem” was and ended it with that she was ugly inside and out and I did not want her in my life. I taped it to her door.

She proceeded to leave the apartment and the lease.


Time will tell if I get the half of the electricity she owes me, and time will tell if paying the full rent (an increase of $450) will be that detrimental to my finances. What I believe will be most apparent is the decrease in stress from not living in what started to feel like a storage unit, hiding out in my room because I don’t want to deal with the cold shoulder and forced conversation in my kitchen. I am already sleeping better and more fitfully. I have taken steps to turn it back into my home. And although this may be a detailed, biased account of a personal situation, it is a big part of why I haven’t been around and a big part of why I have felt like I was being stretched too thin.

But. I chose my own adventure, and I chose this. I chose to try this out to save money. For a small amount of time it worked, but ultimately it did not. It would appear that it ruined a friendship, but as Death Cab for Cutie succinctly puts it…

And you can’t find nothing at all,
If there was nothing there all along.
There were churches, theme parks and malls,
But there was nothing there all along.

 

Happy Christmas Eve

fdc9c0dd81471c440efb2c884f03ee6eWith weather consistently staying in the 70’s and 80’s, it really doesn’t feel like Christmastime down here in Louisiana. I shouldn’t be able to walk around barefoot in shorts and a tank top, but I could if I weren’t sitting here typing inside in the A/C.

Merry Festivus to all, and to all a good year! 

I still have some tasks to accomplish for December, but I’ve really been focusing on what I want to accomplish in 2016. I have a comprehensive list of things that would be nice to do; however, I need a plan to get it done! Although as Z told me earlier, Plans are ok. Doing stuff is better. 


  • Pay off all debt except student loans (but get that under 10k)
  • Only eat meat & drink soda on weekends
  • Eat clean and exercise (lose weight & run a half-marathon)
  • Get into graduate school or take more courses 
  • Do yoga consistently
  • Buy a “new” car
  • Get my wisdom teeth out and my fillings fixed

So far that’s all I have…getting ready to create some tangible to-do lists to be able to get all of these things accomplished! Nearly Merry Christmas and Happy Festivus and hope y’all had a Happy Hanukkah and Wonderful Kwanzaa and in general a terrific day!!!

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I know Thanksgiving was yesterday, but I spent most of the day with my family and friends in some capacity. And as Cicero says, Gratitude is not only the greatest of virtues, but the parent of all others. I’m allowed to be thankful each day, including Black Friday, a pseudoholiday wrought with irony. This isn’t a challenge to any cosmic entities, but this year has been relatively quiet compared to past years – this has probably been the longest “break” experienced without tragedy since 2008. In 2008, my little brother had a cardiac aneurysm and died in my parents’ arms. I was 20, and he was 15…it was a difficult thing for my family to even attempt to come to terms with. From that point on, my struggles with anxiety and academia were exacerbated to the point of being unable to complete my coursework until help was sought. In October 2010, my 19 year old cousin was hit by a car on her college campus and died. This was a difficult thing for everyone, especially my parents, so soon after already having lost one person so young and close to us. A month and a half later, we watched our house burned down the day after Thanksgiving. Someone had stayed up all night playing games and saw the spark from the outlet…otherwise my brother, dad, and I wouldn’t be here today. A year later, one of my close friends died in a car accident, and the year after that I had a nervous breakdown. In 2013 we lost my grandfather, the only one who was alive while I was old enough to get to know him. 

Every time I get caught up in a difficult situation, I try to put it in perspective. I don’t participate in the “others have it worse” mentality, because that will always be trivially true. No one’s struggles should be minimized and marginalized because of an obscure and biased ranking system. I think about my own experiences with respect to my own past. I am grateful to be able to do this and be able to be empathetic to others. I am thankful my parents and brother are doing well and that I have a friendship structure that has withstood the test of time. I hope that my romantic life pans out and instead of trying to adhere to some sort of weird societal standards, I can keep the person I’ve come to fit with like a puzzle-piece. I think being more secure in myself and being willing to speak another’s love language will help. Right now we’re both so busy, so I hope after the next couple of weeks are over I don’t lose someone I really care about.

But if you just came here for a bulleted list of things I’m thankful for: 

  • My family and I are getting along better than we have in years
  • My friends are amazing and supportive and everything I dreamed of having when I was younger
  • Z having a smile that makes me smile
  • Kitty cats :3 because kitty cats
  • My job pays bills
  • My car still runs
  • I live in a nice and secure apartment
  • My hair is back to my natural color (light brown vs. black)