A desk of my own

I don't think I've ever not eaten because my seating options were limited. And yet, I spent months at a time not writing because I needed somewhere to write.

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On a scale of 1-10, where do childbirth and wartime amputations fit in?

I ask not because I'm in the market for either, but because I always have trouble with the "rate your pain on a scale of one to ten" question from doctors. No matter how much pain I'm in, I never think it could possibly be a ten. Isn't childbirth astronomically more painful than anything I …

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Worth the work, even on Labor Day

Alright, I suppose none of the work occurred on Labor Day, but Boyfriend Josh and I spent the weekend hiking over 20 miles on the Appalachian Trail, which was the most work I've ever done near a holiday. Although I think I slept more our first night back home than the previous two on the trail combined, …

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I really meant to, but I lost my personality

Well, part of it. I have one personality. I know the Kayleigh who introduces herself with a confident smile at parties is the same Kayleigh who struggles to breathe in crowded restaurants. The average, everyday version is generally on top of her shit, but also avoids crowds and interacting with lots of strangers, especially with this [hopefully-temporary] beer-free …

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I may have lost my job, but I’ve caught some cool Pokémon

I was laid off in June, and although there's never really a good time to lose your job, summer isn't bad time for it. I had just moved back to the East Coast from Chicago two weeks before and was actually in the middle of vacation when I got my immediate termination notice, but that's neither here …

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The question I didn’t know pool toys were the answer to

"Even when everything's going your way, you can still be sad. Or Anxious. Or uncomfortably numb. Because you can't always control your brain or your emotions even when things are perfect." Jenny Lawson in her new book, Furiously Happy My brain decided it was about time to remind me of this truth last week, even though I had …

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The Substitute

Check out my essay on Vox Populi, a forum for discussion of contemporary events and politics! We would really like to hear from everyone who has a thought, theory, or experience related to today’s youth, especially if you have suggestions for improvements to the social and educational spheres we bring them up in!

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I am not a teacher. I haven’t taken a single class on education, let alone made it through the testing and observation required to be a public school teacher. I am an underemployed BA-clutching young woman who paid the bills working as a substitute teacher in Pittsburgh when I couldn’t take another day at my call center job.

People who spend enough time with children can attest to our young’s ability to brighten a rainy day, to say something that makes you laugh out loud every time you remember it, to give you hope for the future. This isn’t about those moments.

Every day as a substitute teacher was an exercise in overcoming my aversion to things like crowds, loud noises, and disrespect. I can proudly say that I have not hidden in a bathroom between classes since my first day teaching in the city, but the way students as…

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Algebra, Oprah, and my latest bathroom epiphany

Considering that today was April Fool’s Day, my first day of substitute teaching in the city could have been bad. Like lube on the doorknob, plastic wrap on the toilet, and “Kick me, I’m a substitute” sign bad. But it wasn’t. Thankfully, April Fool’s didn’t seem to be a prime holiday for these kids. Or …

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Thank you, Facebook targeted ads, for reminding me of my place in the world

I've used Facebook for over eight years now, and never once have I expressed a desire to feed, bathe, or play with a baby, real or virtual. I didn't even like playing "house" or "dolls" or "toys" when I was a kid (I was too busy reading The Encyclopedia of the Dog and A Series of …

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