An off topic bitch fest brought to you by me.
Being told to give a survey to my students to find out how to make my class more fun is really just absolutely fucking ridiculous. Never mind that 12 year-old kids have no idea what they should do. They only know what they want. They want to be on their phones and they want to play mindless video games and get constant positive feedback for no effort.
Sure, give them a survey. Make it more fun. The only focus for teacher’s for the several years has been us to make everything more fun. Easier. Bullet points and no reading. And certainly no homework. They’re too busy for homework. Too busy.
Did you study? No, but I played Call of Duty for 10 hours.
You play Call of Duty? Your parents let you play Call of Duty?
Obviously, the problem lies with me. I’m not fun enough.

Now, I’m bored of complaining. It’s always the same. Poor performance and blame the teacher. Nothing to do with parenting. Nothing to do with screens. Nothing to do with kids being exposed to violence earlier and earlier in their lives. Nothing to do with any of that. Just me and my boring hands-on, lab filled, inquiry-based, interactive class.

Musical Dreams

Oh how I long
for a romantic song
Not
about co-dependence and
lack of boundary keeping.

Make it mainstream
With thoughts for the teens
To ponder
Perseverate
And perhaps inspire change.

Communication and
owning what’s yours
Admitting a wrong
and forgiving.

A new world will begin
One we wish we lived in
But never realized it’s ours
for the making.

Attended my second writing conference ever. The place was overflowing with amazing authors, editors, publishers, experts, volunteers. I met so many amazing people. Not like, “oh, you’re amazing” blah blah cuz you’re here too, but “you’re real, genuine, kind, accepting, open, generous, interested, just overall amazing. I’m lucky to have met you.” See the difference?

I learned a lot, too. I can’t wait to go to the next conference. The LUW cares so much about its members and the writing community, each person affiliated with them spreads the same message of appreciation and concern. They’re wonderful.

To Choose

When you choose, you are deciding one or the other.
No in between. Choose between, pick one or the other.
Choose, decide, pick, select, appoint, select, pick, decide, choose.
Turn toward, turn away, agree, disagree, consent, deny, smile, frown.

When you choose, you answer
“Who am I?”

And when you answer, you know the sort of person you’ve become.
The sort of person you are.
One that says yes. One that says no.
One that chooses.

Chooses between:
Helping. Seeing. Caring. Recognizing. Feeling. Loving. Protecting. Hearing. Acknowledging. Sharing. Feeding. Speaking. Listening. Responding. Saving. Acting. Acting. Acting.

Who are you? Who do you want to be?

Think about it, then choose.

Humans

How can we hate each other when we’re all trying to do the same thing?
We hate each other. We ignore. Neglect. Beat. Rape. Kill each other.
But we all want the same thing.
We refuse to help. Refuse to notice. To stop. To say something. To hold accountable.
But we all want the same thing.
To be free of fear. To end mistreatment. Is to end it in others. Then it will happen in yourself.
To have peace is to recognize your peace and share it. To be accepting. To be kind.
We want to eat and feel safe. Why would you you use violence and justifications to starve and threaten others when all they want is the same thing?
No one will go without. There’s enough.
But we take it. We hide it. We horde it. We dangle it over the heads of others to feel what?
Bigger? Better? Stronger?
It is a display of weakness. It is Pathetic. And misinformed.

Please

More than 10 people died this year. I wish you’d pay attention to that instead of someone that was in a movie that you liked when you were little. Countless moms, dads, brothers, sisters, friends were lost to us. People who loved. People who mattered. People who changed the world. People that deserved more. Deserved better. The constant bitching at 2016 as an entity makes me crazy. Yes, shit happened this year. But we did it! We put Trump in office. We destroyed the earth.

Allowing yourself to be distracted by garbage perpetuates everything your raging against.

Quit bitching and do something.

Take

The Slater’s are a family full of mental illness, Lydia Slater just doesn’t know it yet.

Family is supposed to be there. No matter what. Lydia learns the hard way that that’s not always the case. At fifteen, she’s been able to handle what life has thrown her way because of her big brother, Steve. When Steve develops a serious mental illness, and is lost to a world of hallucinations, Lydia’s life collapses.

She must learn to trust in the goodness of others and reach out to them for help. Before that can happen, though, Lydia will need to believe in herself.

Take is a young adult contemporary that begs the question, “what would you do if the one person you relied on lost their mind?”