Dear White People, How can I even begin to make you understand what this weekend's events in Charlottesville made me feel? How can I describe the terror I felt, the goosebumps on my arms, whenever a new picture surfaced of angry, bitter, screaming men wielding torches and Nazi salutes? How can I explain to you … Continue reading Dear White People
So, we all know that my time at this school has been rough. And with every passing day, it seems that there is a little wedge of news getting between me and my feelings that next year will be any better. Today's news, for example, was that we will be adopting a high school type … Continue reading Good Things, in the Form of Takis
Remember how I interviewed for another job? Well, I had to wait about a week and a half to hear back, and well, I heard back. They called me at 8:30 p.m., smack dab in the middle of a stress-induced Grey's Anatomy marathon. "Is this a good time to talk?" She asked. It's finally over, I thought, my … Continue reading Choices
This month has been tough, guys. First week in was the Equity Retreat Disaster of 2017, and it has just continued in a downward trend ever since. The more that happens, the more I want to reach out to people and vent. The more I try to do that, the more I realize how alone … Continue reading Mocha Island
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
As if the Equity Retreat Disaster of 2017 (its official name from here on out) wasn't bad enough, I hear through the grapevine that my Uber Vanilla Latte VP said I scare her. And no, it wasn't because of my sheer awesomeness. In fact, it was for no reason at all. She just mentioned to … Continue reading My VP Said I Was “Scary,” and Why That’s Not My Problem.
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 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!