#hey teach

[teachinginreallife]

When we’re over halfway through the semester and students still call me “Teacher”

[a-shakespearean-in-paris]

ughghgh every semester I’m always like oh yeah you have to get books! and I continuously wonder why I am so surprised when I get the teacher’s email.  

[somethin-needs-to-go-here]

Practice violin

Practice violi

Practice viol

Practice vio

Practice vi

Practice v

Practice

Practic

Practi

Pract

Prac

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Prid

Pride

Pride m

Pride mo

Pride mon

Pride mont

Pride month

[twentymuleteamborax]

There's something about "crunchy" doughnuts that I've noticed. I can't stand coconut and hate the crunch you get from fibrous plants in meals where you're not expecting it.

I think it's the reason I can't stand onions. I can't stand the crunching when I'm eating something like a sauce with onions.

Crunchy doughnuts are a weird exception. I think it's because the crunchy quality in my brain comes from it being fried or crispy. It's not though and the crunch only comes from chewing coconut pieces. The fact that it's roasted coconut I think reinforces that because a plain cake doughnut is brown and usually a little crunchy.

Chick o sticks too, that's the only other good coconut

Anyway fuck coconuts and onions

[eldoradoandcopperbeeches]

Today I did a lesson on Vincent Van Gogh and I showed them Starry Night and they were very impressed and then I got the sweetest replies to the question: "what do you see that's different in this painting to the actual night sky?" 

First it was "the stars and the moon"

Then one of the kids said "did you know that the stars are actually pieces of the moon?" to which I replied hesitantly "i don't think they are"

and then another student said "I know what stars are. They're the souls of people you love who have died."

And then another students added "I heard that there are more stars every night than the one before because it's all the people who died during the day who go up there" 

and then I tried to redirect them back to the painting and another kid goes

"I know what those stars could be?" So I asked him what he thought they were and he said that they might have been his great grandparents' stars in Van Gogh's artwork it was the sweetest thing and that's what I love about art. So many different interpretations and emotional connections.