All of this came about from a threat on social media. Stupid teenage drama on social media.
From our freshmen.
It was a week of "She said that you said" on some bogus student created FB page. THOTs is an acronym I wish they would toss out of their minds. Focus own building themselves up as females, instead of tearing each other down for the attention of an adolescent male...seems to be insanity to this old mind of mine. But that was the root of the whole week's drama.
And from our babies.
Being a junior teacher, I am really out of the loop. BUT, I could feel it in the air. I had said something to admin the day before.
Anyway, Friday after our debriefing meeting I walked out with another teacher...just beaten down from the week. I am stretched so frickin' thin. I was/am so dang tired. And I looked back at the building as we were being grumpy and miserable together and saw the evening sunset lighting up my building. That moment reminded me that there was a reason I was doing all of this.
There was our first fire waiting for me in the fireplace. Chili to warm my insides by that lovely fire.
And the news was on.
And the blood.
And the fear.
And the panic.
Suddenly, I wasn't sure I could really keep going with this. I have not even shared this insecurity with my husband as of yet. It just seems that it is everywhere. That it is surrounding me.
But, in the vaults of my damaged brain, I am aware that these 129 lives lost cannot be in vain. That is must make our resolve stronger to make this world less broken...starting with me. Starting with my muppets. Starting with my kids at school.
I am aware of that.
But, am I strong enough to make that happen?? You know, while I am setting aside my curriculum to focus on literacy since our kids are going off to college unable write a coherent essay or read a college textbook. How can I address literacy and peace in society when neither are truly valued and both can be construed as signs of weakness?
I am still processing. I don't know where to start. I know that this is not about being married to a firefighter and I will get nastygrams pertaining to that. Instead of wasting your time and mine, move along. I am a firewife. This is who I am. This is my blog. From there very beginning I have fought with people to remind them that I am the sum of ALL my parts and I do not fit into any one pigeon hole. And, I am human - with all the human failings and glories. I am a teacher. I am lost on this journey right now. But, I have kids all around me that I need to help find their way on this journey. No time to be lost. Only time to find our way through this. Violence and hatred never end well.