It has been a long day, and I am exhausted. Also, it’s still National Poetry Month, so here’s Langston Hughes reciting “The Negro Speaks of Rivers.”
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.
It’s a step up from “I should be grading,” so I’ll take it. (Also, as a content warning, the Terry Crews and Johnny Iuzzini stories both discuss sexual assault.)
Terry Crews understands that he is in a unique position to speed up that progress. So, instead of internalizing his abuse and spreading it to others with toxic actions of his own, he is taking the steps necessary to break the chain before our eyes. — What About Your Friends? Why Hollywood’s Abandonment Of Terry Crews Is Unacceptable
For more info about how to call your reps, click here. Along with calling Congress, you can also call 1-202-418-1000 to reach the voicemail of the Chairman of the FCC. Say your name, city, and state and that you oppose the repeal of Net Neutrality. It’s super easy and took me only about twelve seconds (as promised in this tweet).
I don’t mean to keep posting about how tired I am, but, well, that’s where I am. In fact, I accidentally fell asleep for four hours, and I’m really not even sure how I’m awake enough to cobble together this post since I almost fell asleep twice before beginning it. Is my commitment to self that strong? I guess so.
Anyway, here’s another poem. I show it during our poetry unit when I’m prepping my students for their own poetry readings. This is a high school student featured in the documentary Louder Than a Bomb (which is AMAZING–watch it).
The line about the seatbelt gets me every single time.
I almost fell asleep in the backseat of a Lyft on the way home tonight from a very cool writing panel I went to. So I am spent.
A coworker was talking about teaching humor and poetry today, so, in lieu of real content from me, here’s a video of a poem that cracks me up every time.
It’s been over a month since my last links round up, so there’s a lot happening here. Let’s dive in, shall we?
“Congresswoman Maxine Waters isn’t even reading these fools anymore. She has completely leveled up. She is like Scarlett Johansson in Lucy, that movie where she was using like 100% of her brain and she can control televisions and tell the future. That’s Maxine Waters. Except with reading. We don’t even have a word for what she’s doing yet.” — You Will Never, in Your Entire Life, Get the Best of Maxine Waters