2:46 a.m. | Rabat, Morocco The time for lunch and dinner here can take up to three hours. I kid you not. By the time we've ordered, I am ready to go and move on with the next task that awaits me like filing this blog post, being sure I'm reading 1984 with the same pacing … Continue reading the catch up, or not
Rabat, Morocco @ 11:41 p.m. Tired (pronounced Ty-red) While you all were taking a snow day, I was in the air. On the flight from ATL to Paris, I didn't sleep. On the flight from Paris to Rabat, I didn't sleep. But about an hour before departure to Rabat, I powered all the way down … Continue reading day one: tired, tourist, and turnt
3:39 p.m. EST We're about to board. Here's the crew minus Leslie and Michelle. #wheels up. 2:45 p.m. EST Now in ATL, my city, my city. I was feeling a kind of way because only my dad had called me to check in. And was wanting to see my family even if only for a few … Continue reading the move
While we're in Morocco, we had to create a Guiding Question to inform our time there. Mine is below. I'm packed. Everything I could possibly get done is done. The rest will wait for me when I return. Special shout out to Erin and Elliot for feeding me this evening. By this time tomorrow, I'll … Continue reading here i go.
— Washington, DC hair cut (check) 1984 lesson plans done (almost) assessments completed (yep) enough long skirts and dresses (yep) talked to my family (not yet) sent every conceivable email possible to be sure my responsibilities are covered? (i think so) packed (nope) student playlist done (yep) mentally ready to leave (yasssssss) a little anxious … Continue reading the day before
Dominican Writer Lauricely, JuJu, and I. July 30, 2014 @ 10:05 p.m. How do we define ourselves for ourselves? JuJu, my friend, sister, translator and fellow troublemaker in arms, and I have talked much about what comprises our own identities. She is Dominican-American. I am African-American, Gullah and Cherokee. We talk about our families, the food … Continue reading identity and the myth of reinvention
Maria and I with her grandparents at the school she left before her seventh grade year to come to the U.S. July 29, 2014 @ 7:45 p.m. “They said that they would kill either me or someone in my family.” Hilda, the grandmother of my student Maria haunt me. After finishing my bowl of the … Continue reading leave or die.