This green theme could use some matcha but we're all outta milk 💚
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Today I was the first person up. It rained right before dawn and all the living room windows were foggy, even the dogs wanted to laze in bed.
In over 3 months of Quarantine, I think it’s the first daylight silence I’ve enjoyed. I missed it. I even made breakfast to celebrate that small moment of space I’d been granted before my loved ones joined the day.
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Good Morning 🌞
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May is almost over, I know, but I tried setting up for this month and mustering the energy in the middle of everything was almost impossible. Between having switched houses for quarantine and living off on a fraction of my stationary, clothes and belongings; and just feeling consistently swamped by work...
I started looking at new BuJo’s on Amazon, because I was overwhelmed by how many empty trackers and teared off pages the one I’m using has been. But, as much as it may stress me out, my anxiety isn’t going to be repaired by a new notebook.
A new notebook is a false new beginning, and I deserve better than that.
It’s banged up, half empty, smeared and battered, but this is the notebook I’ll look back on when I want to remember 2020 and it will be true to my story. I want to see the missing pages, the half-hearted spreads, the use of the exact same pens month after month, and think about a time where I really wanted to quit, but I didn’t.
I want to immortalize how I stubbornly refused to stop looking at the things I disliked, at the things I was afraid of and decided to show up for it anyways. It might not be Pinterest perfect, but real life rarely. My BuJo is that, a snapshot of my life and it deserves to exist and have its up’s and down’s -just like me, in all its colorful glory.
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In the last 3 months I reblogged a lot of tips etc. Sooo, I decided to organize them into different categories! Beware because this list is really really long and it took me ages to make it.
Life:
Waking up early and refreshed
Balancing sleep & education
Little things to do more of
Organize your laptop
How to eat well
How to eat cheaply
Tips for when you have abusive parents
Simplifying your life
Get yo’ life together guide
How to grow the fuck up (friendliness)
How to grow the fuck up – Guide to life (typesetjez)
Small ways to improve your life
Learn things for free
Top 50 online learning sites
Detox your summer
College:
First-time college student advice
Tips for incoming freshmen
Getting through your first year
Morning habits worth starting in college
Useful college tips
How to approach classes
How to get a 4.00 GPA
How to be productive after school
Backpack essentials
Upgrade your workspace
A Really Fucking Vulgar Guide to Not Losing Your Shit in College
Trying party drugs
Productivity:
Productivity 101
Productive things that aren’t studying
How to be productive during the weekend
Taking notes:
How to outline and revise using the stewart method
Upgrade your notes masterpost
How lentilstudies takes notes
Studying:
How to gain discipline
Real tips for studying
Secrets to efficiently
How to study like a boss
Study tips for different learning styles
Types of study breaks
How to make a study plan
Planning the perfect study schedule
Bizarre music study tip
Study music/noises
What to do when you don’t want to study
How to study when you don’t want to
Finals:
Complete exam study guide
Study tips – finals edition
Revise for exams
Tips for doing well on your exams
Relaxing during exam periods
Learning different subjects:
625 words to know in your target language
How to do well in physics
Chemistry printables
Studying for math
Self care:
Self care tips for students
App that helps avoiding self-harm
Apps for your mental health
Self care tips for when you hit rock bottom
How daily affirmations can change your life
Dealing with losing friendships
Other masterposts:
Alistudys masterpost of tips
Essential school masterpost
Apartment hacks masterpost
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Sunday Thoughts, May 10th, 2020
On nights when I’m feeling particularly inspired, I’ll look at my desktop clock and it’ll be somewhere on the late side of 10. By the time I reawaken from my writing-induced stupor, it’ll be almost 1. It’s a little like a Phantom Zone where I’m conscious, but too lost in my thoughts, too busy typing away to feel the passage of the hours. It happens often enough that I feel like the occurrence should have a name.
It went on a little longer than usual last night, and 2am is really late for a sleepy person like me who’s never been able to pull an all-nighter, for neither work nor play. Tired is one of my character traits, do with this information what you will.
A symphony of alarms greets me in the morning. I’m tired, certainly, annoyed, definitely; but mostly, the responsibilities of the day are threatening to crush me, because there’s just too much to do. Counterproductively, it makes me want to do nothing at all. It’s a little of, no way I can do it, so why try? Stupid beyond belief, because my responsibilities aren’t up for debate, they need to get done. The sooner, the better.
It’s a struggle to not snuggle deeper in to bed.
I’ll just do my best. I tell myself. I’ll get as much work done as possible.
So, I now share my morning revelation with you. Don’t commit yourself to finishing. A day only has so many hours and you have limited brain power to face it. Instead, commit yourself to advancing as much as you possibly can. That will make tomorrow easier and the next day and the next day.
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Dicen que el amor está en todos lados, pero el odio también lo está.
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Raison D’Être
Once, a student realized that I knew they had trash-talked about me.
This student and I had one of those special teacher-relationship were there’s respect and appreciation, were the student realized their teacher actually cares and in turn, feels safe to care in return. For the record, that student remains a very precious figure to me.
The student was understandably upset. To this day, I’m not sure how they found out that I knew; but it apparently was jarring enough to merit a conversation about it -despite the incident having taken place months back.
The infraction was minimal, but it was a pretty cruel offense to my person -which is why another student felt the need to share it with me.
It’s not everyday that the kids you work so hard for and care so much about joke around that they want you to die. (I pondered if I was in the right career during my long commute home. It’s been years and I’m still here.)
Anyways, this student finds out I know about this incident, and contrary to usual teenage crisis-managemente (denying the problem until it goes away), they decide to very broadly and vaguely refer to the situation. I was a little wary, getting over it had been a very conscious process and learning to not take it personally a high success. Was this conversation going to undo my hard work?
The student asked me for a favor.
I haven’t been a teacher for ages at this point, 4 years in I still think it’s fairly new. I still sometimes feel like crying from how lucky I feel and how excited I am about my work. I still mess up all the time. I still think every single one of my kids is meant for utter greatness. I still embody all those things teachers are supposed to be before time, burnout, cruel children, rude parents and examinations suck the cheeriness out of you -or that’s what I’ve heard, I’ll have to get back to you on that.
This child looks me dead in the eye and goes:
“Please, don’t turn into Teacher RandomName.”
I’m even more puzzled, but I do have an inkling of what the student means. TeacherRandomName is a fantastic instructor, but their relationship to their students is... tense. TeacherRandomName can come off as cruel and uncaring, and the students are fierce in their dislike. But that seems a little like a logical stretch so instead I go:
“Huh?” Eloquent, I know.
“I’m sure Teacher RandomName cared tons about their job and us students a lot too, once. I think it’s our fault they’re like that now.” He’s earnest in a way I’d never seen this student be. “I don’t want you to stop caring about your work because of me.”
Is this... growth? I thought, initially more excited about the self-reflection and display of empathy than the words themselves.
“We might not always appreciate it,” he continued, “but I know you’re always doing the right thing.” Meh, I don’t know about that always. “We need more teachers like you.”
It’s been years and every time I think about it I’m only more sure that I’m going to take that moment to my grave.
I’m not telling you this to blow my own horn, in fact, this first post is probably the only one meant more for me, the writer, than you, my reader. This is to remind me why this is important. Why transparency and vulnerability is important, why teaching and patience and kindness are important, often when we don’t want to teach or be patient or be kind.
That moment is the foundation for this little blog, meant to expand on everything I talk about in my social media but also offer a platform to just vent out what a young teacher in high school feels like.
Perhaps to document that I never stray far from this philosophy:
Is the world going to shape me -with all it’s cruelty, hopelessness and status quo, or am I going to shape world?
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More accurate words have never been spoken
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