My Thoughts Are Stars

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I Understand, I Understand

“My thoughts are stars, I cannot fathom into constellations.” – Augustus Waters; John Green, The Fault In Our Stars

Regards,
The Mysterious Psychologist

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Dear Juniors

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Juniors,

I debated with myself whether to send out this message, but recent conversations with various people have swayed me to do so, if only to clarify for you a few things about where I’m coming from as your teacher and what it means to be in an honors English class.

By and large, many of you have been trained by an educational system that has done you a major disservice by leading you to believe that:

1) Success = the letter “A,” and that…
2) All you need for this “success” is effort. All you need to do is to try really, really hard.

This illusion has led to a bit of frustration for some of you, as this may be the first year that you’ve struggled academically in an English class. You tell yourself, “I’m putting a lot of time into this class, I’m doing all of the…

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my table. (and what I love about food.)

I want to say something about food.

Well, I want to say a lot of things.

And as always, I want to speak out of a place that recognizes my privilege. For one, to be able to sit in a comfy brown chair and write about it, and also, that I have the means to buy good ingredients, cook them, and feed myself and at times, others.

There is something to be said about sitting down at a table with plates with forks and maybe a few nice glasses. Maybe a cute napkin or some candles. Very similar to the picture at the top of this blog. It is a simple joy, that I can reproduce this from time to time. And really, it doesn’t take much.

But there’s something inside of me that gets excited when I know I am to be cooking for people I love and for…

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