I am only posting because I've committed to writing a post weekly. Be prepared to be less than underwhelmed. (Disclaimer--These are not true to form haiku and run together to form one mildly incoherent poem.) I’ve taught class all week with an annoying fever and ear infection. Why teach while I’m sick? Because if I … Continue reading A Poem: Teaching While Sick Haiku
September was a glorious reading month over here at Mrs. Ram's Jams. I hit the 100 books read for the year mark, and read some great (and some less-than-great) books. For a full list of what I've read so far this year, you can check out my book challenge … Continue reading Book List and Reviews: What Mrs. Ram’s Jams Read in September
Poise ensnares all the boys polish and posture cheekbones and allure style and grace smart with a pretty face Sin smirks his devil-may-care grin whiskey and cokes tattoos and smokes lies and alibis trouble in a handsome disguise Poise collides with Sin's eyes, and poison sighs.
It’s that time of year again. Back to school supplies have been replaced with Halloween decorations in Target’s seasonal aisles. Basic girls in their twenties, pretending they’re professional photographers, are staging pumpkin spice lattes on tables, snapping pictures of their overpriced coffees, swiping right until landing on the perfect filter, and then posting their faux … Continue reading September is Pain Awareness Month
I'm tired of societal teacher shaming and teacher shaming within the teaching profession. Are you? These unrealistic expectations Need. To. Go. you’re a bad teacher if you can’t hold your bladder for six hours plus you’re a bad teacher if a student and his parents see you at a restaurant with a glass of wine … Continue reading A Poem: Teacher Shaming
On Monday, I will have a six year old. I just. Sigh. No words. Except I wrote a poem, so I did "word" just a little for my Little Thing. the floor is lava in 5 . . . 4 . . . 3 . . . 2 . . . 1 glittery nail … Continue reading A Poem: Little Thing at Six
At the end of July and in early August, I have a tendency to slack off in the reading department because the beginning of the school makes me a crazy person. I'm going to count these last 6 weeks as a victory though because I read fourteen books, and some of them were gargantuan. I read … Continue reading Book List: What Mrs. Ram Read Recently
I wrote this a few years ago while my English I Honors students were writing their own original short stories. It's not anything fancy, nor particularly brilliant, but it does highlight how much of my life revolves around spilling coffee and how hard it is to make it out the door with my sanity in … Continue reading A Short Story: The Miasma of my Morning
Mrs Ram: [After much reflection, Mrs. Ram realizes she’s called a student Alyssa instead of Allie the entire class period. Allie never once corrected Mrs. Ram. Mrs. Ram pulls Allie aside after class ends.] Hey Allie, Mrs. Ram apologizes profoundly for messing up your first name so soundly. Please realize my dear, at the beginning … Continue reading A Poem (Plus Stage Directions): Why Teachers Can’t Remember Names at the Beginning of the Year
I'm back to school teacher tired, as useless as a carton of milk gone sour and expired. My back is on fire, I'm finding it hard to respire, and my entire essence perspires. My throat feels like I've swallowed barbed wire. I'm terrified of this nervous tick I've acquired. My sanity has been swallowed by … Continue reading A Poem: Teacher Tired
