Cha, Cha, Changes! This Blog, will no longer be called Dear Diary. It will now be called…Kat’s Eye View!
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In elementary, I decided at school that I would go by the name my family calls me…Becky. This was the nickname I’m called because of my middle name. This name assisted in me also being called “white” as well. If you remember reading A Type of Different Pt.1″acting like a white girl”, I explain how
Catching the bus to and from school, was still new to me. I can’t remember if the movie Forrest Gump had come out yet, but walking on the bus, I would always have the “You can’t sit here…this seat is taken” experience. Where no one wants to make eye contact for fear you would try to sit next to them.
I wonder if the school year is 9 months to parallel the stages of pregnancy. In the first few months, teachers are excited about the new school year, like a mother after discovering she is with child. Closer to the end of the pregnancy mothers become tired of being pregnant and begin to look forward to school being over, I mean having the baby.
Dear Diary, I am currently at a workshop for my job, and in front of my seat at the table was a flyer that says to “follow your dreams”. It was meant as encouragement for the faculty, but for many of us, this job is no longer a part of the dream we want to
My plan is to begin to find myself again, so that I can begin living the life I love. I feel as if I have lost sight of who I am and I am now bored with my life. So much of my life has, and still is centered around the happiness of others. In recent years, I have been in the midst of discovering who I am as a person. I have learned so much about why I react the way I do to people, situations, and things.
Dear Diary, Today is finally Wednesday and I am soooooooo tired. I have been out of school for about 2 weeks due to Hurricane Harvey, but my goodness! Trying to get back in the swing of teaching is exhausting. I also work about 45 minutes from my home, so that with trying to be a
School begins tomorrow, September 11. We already had our first day of school on August 21 (The day of the Lunar Eclipse), but that week was cut short by Hurricane Harvey. Thursday, August 24, was the last day of school for that week.
My circle is extremely small and those few people KNOW me. They know when I am uncomfortable and they know when I need to recharge. They can also tell if I am saying things because I am uncomfortable, and not because I am trying to be rude.
