Live Your Life as If It Were a Comedy
The world is ridiculous. My life is just as open to mockery. Maybe that's the trade-off. If I can find myself to be a legitimate source of comedy, I get a pass on finding everyone else as a source of hilarity.
I Believe... [Public Education, My Ass]
I believe... that you either give teachers appropriate compensation or authority in the classroom. One or the other. Take away both and you get completely unqualified babysitters searching on their phones while your kids become a modern version of the boys in Lord of the Flies but with TikTok.
The stomach tightens and sinks.
The heart and lungs follow.
It’s a confounding reaction to a receipt of affection.
It’s familiar, and, therefore, oddly comforting.
But familiarity can be a curse.
A cursed reminder of what once went wrong when you were just trying to do things right this time.
This time it’ll be different, you say.
Why? You’re different, but what are you doing differently?