Once, when my daughter was four, I participated in a six-week program at my undergraduate institution. It involved staying on campus overnight because not only did we participate in special classes but also field trips. I called my daughter every single day and visited her on the weekends. She was also staying with her paternal grandparents who she loved and trusted.
One day, after the program was over, I was dropping her off at daycare, and she asked me where I was going. When I said “School,” she burst into tears and begged me not to leave her.
I couldn’t understand why she was so upset. I mean, I took her to daycare every day. I went to school twice a week. But then I remembered that the last time I went to school was during that program. So for my daughter, school no longer meant something I did for a couple of hours before picking her up at the end of the day–school now meant I was leaving her and she didn’t know how long I would be gone or when I would be back.
As I think about the children being separated from their families at the US border, I feel sick. I am talking seriously, physically ill. When I contacted my reps, the whole time I felt like I was going to vomit. And since then, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about my daughter who was traumatized by my leaving her when she knew exactly where I was, knew when I would be back, was with people who she knew and loved, talked to me every day, and was safe and well taken care of.
I was going to say I missed posting yesterday because I fell asleep. While that’s half-true, it’s (obviously) not the whole truth. I fell asleep, yes, but I also spent all day overthinking my answer to the Day 17 prompt: The song you’d choose if your life depended on singing every lyric/adlib.
The obvious answer is “Vision of Love” by Mariah Carey, but I didn’t want to use that because it was also my answer for Day 3 (a song that makes you feel like you can sing). But, like I said on Twitter, just like Mariah does in the video, I sing allllll the parts. So. There you go.
I thought I knew the answer to this when the prompt was first posted, but then. Then, one particular song came on more than once in the past week, and I promptly started dancing–even though I was at work functions. I mean, I did the Mindy chair dance, but still.
Did I mention I was at work functions? Both times?
I have been participating in Naima’s Black Music Month 30 Day Music Challenge over on Twitter, and it just occurred to me this morning that I should have been posting my answers on my blog the whole time. First of all, I have posted more than one song for almost every single prompt. I mean, I basically have a playlist for each one. Secondly, the 280-character limit on Twitter has been killing me. Surprising no one, I usually have quite a bit to say about my choices, and yet I have not been doing that because TWITTER. What have I been thinking??? The end of the semester makes me stupid, I guess.
Anyway, I have decided that FROM NOW ON, I will post all of my answers here, and–if I have time–I’ll do backdated posts with my previous answers (which you can see here). It’s really the only way.
Links! It’s been a while, but I’ve been reading some good stuff lately and wanted to share.
I can always tell when I am dealing with WMWF by their rallying cry “be nice” or “choose kindness”, as if the act of calling out racism, misogyny, ableism and homophobia is the problem and not the act of racism, misogyny, ableism and homophobia. — #KidLitWomen: An Open Letter to Well-Meaning White Women
You don’t have to watch The Good Place for long to realize that Tahani Al-Jamil is more than, as Eleanor Shellstrop says, “a hot, rich fraud with legs for days.” She’s also a relentless name-dropper. But when Princess Diana is your godmother and Beyoncé if your best friend, can you really blame a girl for bragging? — Every Celebrity That Tahani Has Name-Dropped on The Good Place
Ok, so I was planning to write about going to Amy Spalding’s book launch for The Summer of Jordi Perez (it was great! Amy is as funny and fun as her books! I won a Hello Kitty button!) and/or how my student told me (again!) that he loves my class because he’s now no longer scared of college (seriously made my day), but I just wrote the most brilliantly terrible poem, and Maya Angelou’s “Still I Rise” was the Google doodle for today, so I have to celebrate poetry.
First, my poem:
Heart Eyes by Akilah @ The Englishist
like a single emoji
fills the screen of my heart
I mean, seriously. How could I not share that? IT IS PERFECT.
And here’s Maya Angelou reading one of my favorite of her poems:
We were provided with a box lunch today at work. When I bit into my turkey sandwich (bread removed, of course), I stood up and frantically kind of walked in circles before spitting the bite out into the box.
There was MAYONNAISE ON MY SANDWICH. I horfed. And then felt bad for not spitting into a napkin, but I couldn’t find one and I needed that nastiness out of my mouth right away.
I really tried to be an adult about it is what I’m saying.
I don’t know what to post about today, probably because I had a bit of a nothing day. Still, though, I feel like I’ve hit a wall.
Today, I woke up, showered, ate breakfast, checked email, did a little course prep, took a nap, set up my gradebook (finally), had a snack, and now I’m just kind of twiddling my thumbs. I don’t know why because I have plenty to do to prep for the week AND I’m going to get a ton of grading tomorrow AND I’m behind on Canvas grading. But I just am where I am, I guess.
To end this on an up note, I am glad I set up my gradebook. Last semester, I used the provided attendance printout and just felt out of sorts all semester because everything was all scattered and not in one place. So I feel so much better knowing that all of my students’ information is neatly tucked in the pages of my gradebook. Whew.