My Cardboard Balcony

So a lot happened since my last introspection. I got to meet a wonderful author whose debut novel I loved. I delved further into the madness that is PACT (Performance Assessment for California Teachers; basically what I need to pass in order to get my teaching credential). I saw my staff at Fusion work valiantly to maintain order despite some departures. And I officially completed my first self-written English unit at a public high school. A lot's been finished and accomplished, but a whole lot more's on the way. And as much as my anxiety tries to convince me otherwise, I know I can do this. In the meantime, I've tried to maintain as robust of a social life as I can. Just tonight, I got to catch up with a buddy of mine and have some good food and drinks (while playing a mean game of skeeball; we're working on it). We're both teachers (he teaches piano), so I loved being able to open up about my teaching experiences and the pros and cons I see of both the public

How to Know the Light by Belinda Roddie "Failure," said the philosopher, "will help you understand the darkness."

I didn't mind the accusations of adultery at first, but they really started to get on my nerves after seeing my husband's anxiety spike. He never outright questioned me on my faithfulness, but whenever I went out, even if it were on the most mundane errand, he demanded endless details. Where was I going? What was I doing? Who would I be with? It didn't matter if I was having with the damn pope, I thought to myself, but I sure as Hell wasn't fucking him!