Spoon in the shape of a fish. Carved from some Sycamore I found just outside Wivenhoe, Essex.
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Spoon in the shape of a fish. Carved from some Sycamore I found just outside Wivenhoe, Essex.
She was reading a book
Jess Allen, 2022
when you want to focus so bad but you end up completely skipping mind pebbles all day
pitiful wet mop lead singer mood (complimentary)
Half Moon Motel
boxers and a house robe. the thinking man's pajamas. the boxers say "i have worryingly low standards for what pizza i will eat" but the robe says "i have read at least one book"
"A Conversation, Just Missed”
Acrylic on Linen -2026
By Australian Painter..Richard Claremont
Perhaps a vegetable would cause less despair
i love mental compulsions
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Fleetwood Mac (1977) by Annie Leibovitz ∿ overhead bed portrait
probably gonna go through some weird and unknown phase of my life soon
There's hope.
My co-teacher came up with an idea. She said to me: “I’m going to project a Shakespearean sonnet on the board that you have never seen before. They are going to watch you struggle through it, and they are going to see what it takes to authentically annotate something to attempt to understand it”. This was a good idea because it targeted a pitfall of my teaching: that I already know the answer— a predetermined answer I want my students to come to. Therefore, when I ask the class a question, they are aware that there is an answer in my head I want them to arrive at. This method can stifle students’ voice. So, I stood at the front of the classroom that day, feeling exposed, sight-reading Shakespearean sonnets. With most of the sonnets, I, with the help of the class, could only get to about 75% understanding and accuracy at best. But my confusion — my apparent struggle and frustration in understanding each new sonnet— was key for my students. They felt free to posit their interpretations and even to disagree with me. In each session, a student shared a thought or possibility that not only I had failed to see but was also ultimately accurate. One student couldn’t wipe the smile off her face when she figured out a metaphor that stumped both me and my co-teacher. “This was fun”, she and her classmate said to each other when the bell rang.