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The F-Word

He had gone along with the show one of my manics was creating until the final five minutes of class. I had had it up to here already and my eyes were snapping before he even took a seat at … Continue reading

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DP Challenge: Starting Over-Part Two

In his own words: Escape, a college essay My tattoos mean a lot of different things: honor, respect, pride, acceptance, and fame. When I was growing up they meant all of the above, but mostly they symbolized escape for me. … Continue reading

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Secrets Don’t Make Friends

In preschool I remember forming clubs, sometimes girls only and sometimes co-ed, on an almost daily basis. (A certain best friend of mine might be chuckling since she knows I never really grew out of clubs, as evidenced by my … Continue reading

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Your Best Shot

Thinking about all the attempted murder charges among my students I blurted, “That’s why you’re all such bad shots!” “Yeah, I guess we are,” he said with a half-thoughtful, half-embarrassed laugh. Over the weekend my husband asked me to shoot his … Continue reading

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Two by Two

Events seem to be coming in two’s this semester: two suicides, two co-workers gone for surgery, two students victims to the force of the gangs.  “She’s not coming back,” declared my student when I went looking for a signature. That’s … Continue reading

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Their Dreams

As in every school, some classes have great chemistry where there’s the right blend of intelligences and personalities and  cooperation if not participation. One semester my fourth hour was like that. Grading their responses to the documentary Waiting for Superman I read over … Continue reading

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DPChallenge_The Letter That Changed it All

It was Tuesday’s letter that socked my hope in the gut. It wasn’t my letter, I should add. He told me about it a few days later. “I have to go home, Miss,” he declared. Noting that I wasn’t going to … Continue reading

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