Before you dismiss this as, “oh great, here’s another Trumper who’s all in her feelings because he lost,” please know that I am thrilled that Joe Biden and Kamala Harris won.
I’m not exaggerating when I say that I’ve been sleeping better and my anxiety has eased up since the results were announced. After HRC’s defeat in 2016, I was so afraid that our country would continue to be led by unethical fascists.
With that said, however, I have been unexpectedly grateful for three experiences that haven’t been directly related to the election results.
We went to Florida to visit…
For many American households, the 2020 election elicited feelings of either relief and jubilation or shock and bitterness. For me, I was grateful that the results were announced on a Saturday and that our family had the weekend to privately process our reactions to the historic results. Even so, as I was finalizing my lesson plans on Sunday night, I found myself staring into space, still preoccupied with all of it. I thought about how much time I had needed over the weekend to process everything, even though I was more mentally prepared after the similarly divisive 2016 election.
Above is a picture of one of my kitchen counters. Judge away!
This is also my designated To-Do Zone.
Come, come! Lean closer and let me walk you through it so that you, too, can revel in the chaos.
Look, if you weren’t completely down with the “extra” hour that we got from the time change yesterday, I’m not sure if we can still be best friends.
I’m just kidding. Of course, we’re still best friends. Because: it’s just too hard to make new friends as an adult, right? Plus, the nice thing about having writer friends is that they will tolerate strong opinions about inconsequential nonsense. They know the slipper will be on the other foot soon enough.
Anyways, I’m glad we’ve had this reaffirmation-of-our-friendship talk. …
I write and I teach. I live on the south side of Chicago.
Up until recently, I spent 90% of my professional time teaching high school Spanish and then crammed in some writing on the side. However, I recently had to take a leave of absence from teaching — thanks, Covid! — and I now spend the majority of my time writing. Both endeavors are hard and humbling.
My teaching days often ended with me feeling too mentally exhausted to even have a conversation with my family. …
I decided to end my marriage of twenty years after I learned my husband was giving blowjobs to a random guy he had met on Craig’s List.
To be clear, I wasn’t shocked that he was bisexual — I already knew that — but I was horrified when he confided that he might have contracted an STD. We did not have an open marriage and I had been having unprotected sex with him while he was out there endangering us both.
I was devastated and angry, yes. …
Little things that have made my writing life more bearable.
Just this past April, Pulitzer-prize winning author Lawrence Wright published a novel about a pandemic, just as our own pandemic was gaining steam. The story is told through the eyes of Henry, a doctor who leaves Atlanta to help contain a “new flu” abroad. It’s eerily prescient in its examination of how humans bring catastrophe upon themselves. …
How the pivot to remote learning changed my mindset.
When Illinois’ governor mandated last spring that all schools needed to switch to a remote learning model, I was filled with anxiety. I had never completely relied on technology to teach my students, but even more than that, I was worried that the students’ progress would grind to a halt.
And for a while, I was right.
The Illinois State Board of Education mandated that we could “do no harm” and that the students’ grades couldn’t drop below where they had been before the switch to remote learning.
And so time…
Is it possible to counter-manipulate climate change deniers?
Fifteen years ago, I realized that my former in-laws didn’t “believe” in climate change.
I’m using sarcastic quotes around the word “believe” because I associate the act of believing with science and data. But what do I know?
This was my former father-in law’s “theory:”
“The whole notion of fossil fuels causing the polar ice caps to melt is a bunch of garbage! What — do we have polar bears up at the North Pole, driving their big polar bear cars around? Beep beep! Polar bear motorcades coming through! Of course not…
I teach at a high school on the south side of Chicago where our student population is a mix of low-income Black, Latino, and Caucasian. Many of our Latino students’ families are Mexican immigrants who do not speak English.
When I first started working there, I was struck by how many of my students — really, all of them — called me Miss. I initially thought that it was because my last name at the time, Szeszycki, was difficult to pronounce, but I soon realized that there wasn’t even an effort to address me as Miss S.
I was always…