*I am aware that it is now May 6th, but I don't have the mental energy to start a new post. Today is Cinco de Mayo. So that means that my day started out with my school blasting some Marc Anthony (who was born in New York, and whose parents are from Puerto Rico) song … Continue reading Science Fiction, Amygdalas, and Cinco de Mayo
So, I applied for another job. My interview was yesterday, and by the end, it took all of my willpower to not launch myself across the conference table and say, "can I start tomorrow?" It's not that the school promises to give me everything I want. In fact, there's a good chance I wouldn't even … Continue reading Wait, Did I Just Feel Hopeful? Weird.
Like I mentioned in my earlier post, I grew up with very different, often difficult hair. Along with making me miserable through my teenage years, it had the ability to draw strangers to touch it, like some weird, frizzy magnet. In class, I would feel a tug, turn around, and see someone withdrawing their hand from … Continue reading Let’s Talk About Hair, Part Two
I have big hair. It's basically an entity unto itself. It is incredibly curly (think giant ringlets mixed with kinky corkscrews), thick, and can be as coarse as steel wool if I'm without conditioner for too long (the main reason I don't go camping. My hair forbids it.). For most of my life, I hated … Continue reading Let’s Talk About Hair, Part One
My Saturday originally was going to feature me sleeping in, hanging out with my dog, starting the third season of The Great British Baking Show, and most importantly, a visit to the grand re-opening of my favorite bookstore. Instead, I went to our school's equity team retreat and my suit of armor is now dented … Continue reading Armor Took a Major Beating and Call Me Eric Clapton From Now On.
I go back to work tomorrow, and while I've been trying to ignore it, it catches my eye all the time. The suit of armor is just sitting in the corner, a dull glint shining off of it. You know the one I'm talking about. It's the full armor many people of color have to … Continue reading The Sunday Funk and Suit of Armor
I'm finally on Spring Break, and while it has been glorious and relaxing (and full of Target trips!) thus far, I cannot for the life of me get an interaction I had with a student out of my head. The moment plays out whenever I have a quiet moment. When I'm brushing my teeth, it … Continue reading That Time I Didn’t Know What To Say.
It's day two of MAP (Measure of Academic Progress) testing in the my classroom. We have a day to go. I'm vacillating between immense, crushing boredom (I've already given every student a spirit animal, and a superhero name), and intense fury that we actually had to drop one of our yearly novels to do it. … Continue reading Sacrificing Actual Learning for Standardized Testing
I've realized lately that some people reading this blog may be wondering, "Gosh, Ms. Mocha, if it sucks that much at work, why do you stay there? Are you some sort of weird glutton for punishment?" I'm here to tell you that I'm not, even though my ranting and raving on this blog may suggest … Continue reading Why I Teach: For Them.
I got an email from an irate set of grandparents. It was kind of cryptic in that they didn't mention anything they were really mad about, just that their grandson, a "wonderful boy," was saying some "really disturbing things" about things going on at school. They didn't ask for a meeting; they demanded one. Given … Continue reading Let Me At ‘Em!