Falling Through the Cracks on the Porch

 

On Sunday, a friend and I were sitting on the deck practicing for an upcoming interview. It was getting pretty warm sitting in the direct sun, so I scooched my chair over by the door to get some shade. I guess one of the legs of the chair just happened to end up on the edge of a weak board and it started to break through as I was in the middle of trying to seriously answer one of the questions. My friend watched in horror as I slowly went down, rolling out of the chair, laughing hysterically. She said, "you know how accidents feel as if they are happening in slow motion, what happened was actually in slow motion."

My left side is bruised but I am ok. I contacted the landlord and he put a piece of plywood over the broken plank. I love that deck. I hope he replaces it with one I won't have to worry about falling through the cracks.

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Connecting

 

Today, a friend from my past messaged me with a picture of my 8th grade class when we were on a trip to England. I printed it out and put it up for my 8th grade students to see. It was quite a challenge for most of them deciding who I was in the group but it led to a great discussion about the drama that takes place at this age no matter if it was in the 1980's or now in the 2020's. Girls still compete over boys and best friends betray each other for attention. Everyone looks like they feel uncomfortable having their picture taken. The cliques are strong until someone is outed and then you have no one to hang with. It was a great day of connection with my students.