Three more teachers have been deployed to virtual school and their classes have been collapsed. Mine was one of them. Again, I mourn.
At the stroke of midnight, I ate 12 raisins, one at a time, each one representing one wish for the New Year...Wishes fulfilled, I embark on a new journey. A journey of writing, motherhood and reflecting on this thing called life.
After living in my mother’s basement for most of the past 20 years, I move to my first ‘own’ home in a few days.
And so it’s Friday night and even though I wanted to binge on some ‘True Blood’, I’m sitting here planning and eating chocolate because I won’t be able to sleep otherwise.
I finished another book today. And as this quote suggests, books have gotten me through some moments of darkness. 6 months of Covid-19 lockdown to be specific, and they continue to carry me through these strange times.
I heard so many bad things about the class I’ve just inherited and wasn’t sure I was up for the challenge. And yet, here I am today reflecting on our extremely busy, but good day and I couldn’t be more thankful that I’m all those Black and Brown babies teacher.
15 minutes of yoga to start and end my day makes up for not drinking any water until 4:45pm right? 🤦🏾♀️🤷🏾♀️