Tag Archives: Education

Sonnet

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I got into education to teach,
to spin stories, weave tales, and inspire.
Not realizing, just how far I would reach,
To meet state mandates and keep check my ire.

They ask teachers and schools to race to the top,
these politicians who have never taught.
Shilling their grand initiatives which flop,
Swear their votes for big business aren’t bought.

So we gather the evidence tentatively,
to shown growth and goals to be met yearly.
Just paper work gathered selectively,
we have nothing better to do, clearly.

But come morning,  still stand before the class,
teach the kiddos, with my own brand of sass.

Homework

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Class starts Monday, and I’m excited. I mean not, go out and buy a new backpack and a first day of school outfit excited, but certainly excited enough to spend Friday night doing my homework excited. And sure, I might pick up a new notebook too.  I haven’t taken a class in four years, and while I’m thinking about the next part of my education, I’m glad to get my feet wet again with a little three-week course. I wonder sometimes, if given all the resources in the world and all the time to do what I would wish, if I wouldn’t just spend the rest of my days being a student. Read the rest of this entry

Unacceptable.

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Tolland Town Manager Openly Blasts CL&P- ‘This company … remains with the corporate line of baloney whenever a question is asked’

This above article, is why friends, I continue to be discontent about the CL&P response.  It seems to me that they are not doing their job. That it is not the storm to blame at this point – but the ineptitude of their corporate response.

My Valley was a disaster area – we were cold, our food spoiled, but we did not go SEVEN days, now EIGHT without power. Further, our State Police and senior housing complexes were back online as soon as was possible. Read the rest of this entry

Ready

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Clothes that fit have been bought.  Supplies to organize, and spruce up have been purchased and put in place.  Day care papers are filled out (almost). I have lunches planned, and grocery lists ready.  Syllabi  drafted, policies written.  And yet, today, I feel like I’m five, letting go of my mama’s hand and walking onto the bus for the first time.

After midnight . . .

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. .  . I turn thirty-three.

12 years ago, I turned 21.  12 yeas ago this time I was behaving badly with college friends in someone’s parent’s house, while those parents were out of town.  The next day we saw twelve bands at 104 fest in Hartford.

20 years ago, I turned 13. I got a windbreaker that was black and fluorescent pink and green. My mom took me out of school early that day and brought me to Red Lobster for lunch.

8 years ago, when I turned 25, I went up to VT with my new boyfriend to see my favorite band play at Nectars.

27 years ago, when I turned 6, my whole family went to Chuckee Cheese to celebrate the ten Bernier birthdays in May.

10 years ago just about this time, I was at Ted’s. I looked at the bartender and said “I turn 23 in ten minutes, I graduate in three days, I have no idea what I’m doing with my life, and my boyfriend is about to break up with me. Can I have a shot of tequila?”   He, bless his heart, gave me a plastic beer cup a third of the way full.

5 years ago, I turned 28, I had finished student teaching,  was two days from graduating graduate  school, and two weeks from getting married.

29 years ago, I turned 4,  my aunt had balloons delivered by a clown to my house. When I reached for the door to go into the house I let them go.

4 years ago, I turned 29, I got flowers delivered to me at school from my husband, it made me blush.   We stayed home that night because we couldn’t go out, or the foster dog we were keeping would freak out.

3 years ago, I turned 30, I had a three-month old.

Last year I turned 32, I was  chaperoning prom, and my students got me a cake, and had the whole room sing me happy birthday.  Oh, and I was 36 weeks pregnant.

Tomorrow I’m going out to breakfast by-myself, where I will read the whole newspaper from cover to cover, and do the crossword in pen. Then maybe I’ll get a pedicure. I’m going to have lunch with all my boys, and then the babysitters will come and feed the kids dinner, and put them to bed.  Then Russ and I are going out.  I will whisper to the bartender, “I turned 33  today. I am a fairly decent high school teacher, a good mama, I have a great marriage, and I know exactly what I’m doing in life. Can I have a shot of a tequila?”