I live in DC and know that all my neighbors will pour into the street. If I am sleeping, I will be woken up and will run outside in my boxer shirts and t-shirt.

51% of the students in the school in which I work live below the poverty line.

As a former public defender who represented thousands of people, I can’t stop thinking about the contrast the Epstein files raise.

I watched 1000s face swift, devastating punishment for far less serious conduct — poor, marginalized, & presumed dangerous from the start.

Meeee tooooo

Incredible!

I am so unbelievably lucky to work with so many immigrants. I lived for a very long time in an un-diverse place and worked in an even less-diverse institution. This new life of mine seems like such a blessing, even when my work week has been as hard as it was this week.

Any tips for hanging out with a nonverbal 5 year old with autism? Until we get him an IEP, I'm a 1:1 aide. I plan to engage in a lot of play and walk around with him. (He's a wanderer.)

Of course my main job is still to get 23 other students through the hallways, lunch, and recess. We'll see.

Without naming your job, tell me something you say over and over again at work.

“Criss cross applesauce, please.”

A small mound of seasoned french fries in a white bowl.

Maybe a bowl of reheated zaatar fries is not the best breakfast but it is a tasty one.

Cool.

It was so much fun!!

Two popular signs at today’s Professional Women’s Hockey League game in DC: 1) Cottage after this, queens! 2) Yay! Lesbians!

I haven’t finished watching the latest season of Stranger Things, so no spoilers, but I LOVE that coming out is a superpower.

A child’s drawing shows three brown people. The middle one is on a brightly-colored swing. The sun looks like an egg.

It’s easy to despair but my kindergartners draw “person” as brown. I’m the person on the left. (I’m white.)

That's the sound of historians screaming into the void.

This is true.

A brown dog looks at the camera. In the back are large white letters that spell out, All I Want Is You.

Sometimes I wonder how I continue on the job market. Many years and counting. (I am employed. I have been employed. My current employment is a step along the way. And I need to keep applying for jobs because what I do now is only a step along the way.)

I guess I'm resilient???

I love living in DC. In the morning our kindergartners learned about Kwanzaa from a staff member who celebrates.

I lived in the rural west for a loooong time before this.

Screenshot from an article formatted in APA. The sentence cannot be found for the parenthetical citations.

Reason #17 why I dislike APA. Wall. Of. Text. Give me a footnote. Or even an endnote. Please. I beg you.

Yay!

A white woman with white hair and wearing a pink sweatshirt laughs while looking at the camera. She straddles a pottery wheel. Her hands are covered with clay. A misshapen clay lump sits in the middle of the wheel.

My first time at a pottery wheel. I see no potential in my pottery ability but I sure had fun!

No one told me 27% of working in an elementary school would be having to buy themed clothing.

It is! And it has no specific page numbers in citations which is sad.

Yup. And has for a long time.

I was just sitting here thinking I like specific page numbers in my citations 😂

Education curriculum: We are going to fix the broken educational system!

Me, historian: <waves arms at all the previous such claims>

n.b. I am glad to be taking education classes and learning but am also irked some of the time. Also, I still dislike APA.

Foreground: a book called Liberty and Insanity in the Age of the American Revolution. Background: A TV screen set into a bookcase.

Finally watching the American Revolution. My book as companion. I’ve been away from academia for three years so need to check my memory (which is pretty dang good).

Friday!

😂 Had to attend a citations meeting for an online class. Signaled hard that, having been an academic forever, I was familiar with citations.

Tried not to become testy with the nice woman doing her job.