an existentialist kid trapped in an adult's body
This post is intended for any student of mine that tries to find me online. Giselle is a human. Giselle is also a high school teacher. In my 38 years I've learned a few things. Let me give you a little advice... This world is going to kick your ass. So be ready. Build up... Continue Reading →
Today marks 35 years of my life and I'm taking a moment to reflect on it all. Please take the following with a grain of salt, as I'm still figuring things out. But, with age I have grown in audacity. So fuck it, here's what I've learned so far... 1- Your family is either batshit... Continue Reading →
If you're reading this, you're lucky. Not because my writing is any good, but because you're here. Here on Earth. And there is nothing more precious. Earlier this week, something tragic happened to a distant friend of mine. Distant enough that we haven't kept in touch. Close enough that the news hurt when I learned... Continue Reading →
My immigrant parents never failed to remind me of the sacrifices they made when they made the move to Canada. Making sure to tell me all the gory details, and how their unwavering conviction saw them through the hardest of times. They lived a life not for pleasure's sake but for righteousness itself. Always noble... Continue Reading →
A sudden shift in comfort, Clothes bland and formal, Mannerisms safe, a well-oiled routine, Humour caged, fed scraps of the day. I’m told I’m now a ‘grown up’, Man, does it suck. Been preparing for this quite some time, Been told it equates to success. Been running around foolish-like for quite some time,... Continue Reading →
Disclaimer: This post may be my undoing (as a professional teacher). Remember when you were a kid in school? Your teachers glorified the honour roll, top academics in the class and going above and beyond. You used to hear, "if you try hard enough and you study hard enough and work hard enough...you can do... Continue Reading →
headstrong for so long the plan was a given, even executioners can attest to the odd hesitation, reckons herself a James Bond of sorts, but fiction she is not. Curious George away from the book, heard a sound that would entice, a mind so fancy free, no thoughts of vice. drops of deep sugar bohemian,... Continue Reading →
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