thoughts from the first year began in 2018 as a diary of my experiences as a First Year teacher. At the end of 2022 I quit teaching and have spent plenty of time since then wondering what I should do with myself.
In Her Wake
It feels crazy now that I think about it: how did I never skip class in summer with my friends to feel the cool of the salt water on my skin? How had I never walked barefoot through the sand, hand-in-hand with a lover?
The Spark
It quickly became obvious why the pound staff had given him the name Hyde: the cat was chaos personified.
thoughts from the first year 