Why “Do a Bad Job” Is Not Helpful

So there’s an article going around titled “Please Do a Bad Job of Putting Your Courses Online,” (https://anygoodthing.com/2020/03/12/please-do-a-bad-job-of-putting-your-courses-online/) and as a lifelong student of education (BS in ed, MEd, doctorate in progress in curriculum & instruction), I think I need to say something about this: The article is, in places, simply wrong. While many of … Continue reading Why “Do a Bad Job” Is Not Helpful

Sharing Grief: And Sometimes…

You just want to die. You reach the breaking point. You try to live because you said you would. The grief is so great. You know you’re a goddamn burden. You know it’s a lost cause anyway. You cry all day because you really fucked up. You really fuck up. All the goddamn time. You … Continue reading Sharing Grief: And Sometimes…

Sharing Grief: First Stones in Glass Houses

There was once a little girl who grew up in the most beautiful manor, high on a hill overlooking her father’s dominion. It was made almost entirely of mirrored glass, so that her father, an evil sorcerer, could easily keep track of his subjects’ whereabouts and behaviors. As soon as a transgression was detected, the … Continue reading Sharing Grief: First Stones in Glass Houses

Exiting the Deficit Dumpster

I recently came across the following article from Ruby Payne after speaking with an administrator at my college -- someone who I respect a great deal. It turns out that she is coming to our campus this fall. https://youthtoday.org/2015/02/how-do-you-teach-kids-from-poor-households-about-money/ I have to admit -- I am a little fascinated by her, not in an I-really-want-to-see-her-in-person … Continue reading Exiting the Deficit Dumpster

Before Toxic

She climbed couches and broke wrists. Once, she hung on the ropes at the bank. The brass stand holding the ropes in place buckled and fell, and her scalp split open. I ran her to the ER, where she received three staples, never even wincing. But yesterday – Sweet Mother Mary – she sat and … Continue reading Before Toxic

An Argument for the Elimination of Second Place.

My opinions do not reflect those of this institution. They gave me 30,000 dollars. They gave me 30,000 dollars and I left home at 17 and I learned how to carry a gun. And it was fun. On my 18thbirthday, I threw grenades. And then I wept. I wept because I saw what a round, … Continue reading An Argument for the Elimination of Second Place.

Punch Line

Lance Corporal David Motari and Private First Class Nicole Westerland, before they are caught screwing around in the latrines, drive their gunnery sergeant on a mounted patrol in Fallujah. As they round the last checkpoint, which is always a bottleneck, an explosion rockets the Navy SeaBee in the truck in front of them out of … Continue reading Punch Line