Terrible metaphors yet again comparing women to inanimate objects aside, what sort of dream world is this where mining practices are always ethically handled?
A young girl didn’t want to slaughter the goat she raised for 4H. The state senator who bought the goat at auction agreed to let it live out its days eating weeds. But sheriff’s deputies drove 500 miles to kill the goat and teach a 9-year-old a lesson.
https://t.co/3U5dY27paR
Finding the seemingly random pieces that tell the story is such a magical feeling. Love when it happens for people trying to write the marginalized histories.
Since I graduated in May, I have worked a couple part time jobs, but tomorrow I will be back in the classroom (as an adjunct) at two universities. The last three years of my PhD I was team teaching multidisciplinary courses. I haven’t been in a history class since spring 2019.
I’ve had weeks to prepared the two classes I’m teaching this semester, and I’m still scrambling the weekend before classes start to get everything figured out.
People assume that it's so easy when chronically ill and/or disabled people aren't working.
They'll say stuff like "oh I wish I didn't work! Must be nice!"
And it's like okay, then stop working.
Of course they'll say "but I need money to survive"
Guess what buddy? So do we!
One of the worst parts about my job is the “boys will be boys” chatter I encounter. Like the older guy who’s asked me twice now if the sweater I’m knitting is see-through.
Ever the optimist, I have decided yet again I will participate in #NaNoWriMo. My longest project (the beginnings of a D&D campaign) was around 16k words. The year I was a teaching fellow I wrote 0 words. We'll see what this year brings.