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The Other ‘F’ Word

“Let me start off by saying, I consider myself a feminist, but…”

I could immediately feel my eyes start rolling in the back of my head.

“I just can’t get into female authors. I think it’s because I can’t relate to their stories,” said my colleague… a very well-respected teacher of literature.

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The Night I Met Lucy Dacus.

It was an uncomfortably warm August morning (almost a year ago to the day).

It was my last free Sunday before going back to school… and I woke up with a headache, last night’s gum still in my mouth, and a pocketful of stolen thumb tacks.

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Living in Your Rear-View Mirror

I live on a busy street.

Actually, I live on a small street that connects to a busy street.
And occasionally, I have to make scary, unprotected left turns on to said busy street in order to get to the places where I need to go. (a la Dr. Seuss)

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Young Jesus.


We are just barely outside of downtown LA.
If I close one eye and put out my hand I could squish all of the big buildings in between my finger and thumb.

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It wasn’t until the automatic doors had completely closed in on my shoulders and were slowly squeezing me into oblivion that I realized I might be in trouble.

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Casual Racism of the Third Kind

One of my third period students dropped this gem on me today.

“It’s only racist if you’re offended.”

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The Plight of the Skinny Vanilla Latte

“I’m not the one who changed their entire coffee order just because they didn’t like the way someone’s voice sounded,” countered my sweet, loving boyfriend when I accused him of acting irrationally.

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And So It Goes…

I chose the wrong table today.
(Or rather, the wrong table chose me.)

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I. Voted.

I showed up to my polling location, which appropriately enough was American Elementary School.

I incorrectly walked through the cafeteria and heard the plight of every child ever. (Poking your straw too aggressively into your Capri Sun and thus creating a hole on the opposite side. The. Worst.)

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