The P word

I hate this word…
Seemingly innocent enough…
Cheerful, perky, yet segregating and a menace wrapped in a pretty bow.
I recall so very long ago a lovely friend asking me quite earnestly to deconstruct the social strata for her, so she might better fit in…ever the helpful Darma I actually tried! Why she thought I would be the one to ask is a good place to begin wondering, why I didn’t tell her they can take a jump if they don’t adore who you are as you are is another good point to ponder…
Much further down the road, as a middle school teacher I observed the pain and isolation of those “on the outside looking in”. Trying to help students find their place can be a very delicate line to walk. One of my eighth graders and I were talking about how nervous she was at the thought of moving on to the high school. She said, “I bet you were homecoming queen, weren’t you?!”.
I laughed a lot at that.
Funny what confidence can do and project….
Anyhoo – I have found I enjoy listening to this, oddly enough – Kristin is a funny girl!

About attraversiamodarmaz

Midwestern girl who loves big city shopping (note - do not love high heels of any kind) * hate to say that first because I fancy myself a yoga chic too who is into feng shui and a minimalist life but it's just not all true!* I do forget to recycle* LOVE reading and music and most things crafty (the idea of them - very fickle and creative urges come and go faster than light or sound)* Grand chef and baker in my own mind and kitchen - love to mix and match recipes for a glorious new concoction* Gardening would be very successful - I have a flair but short attention span can cause casualties* True bliss is my home filled with three beautiful children (four on the weekends - an amazing Goddaughter)* did forget to feed the beautiful children lunch once when they were too small to remind me* can't find socks for all on some crazy mornings* I'm a learner who just can't help it...a writer in my head, and a college instructor for a half dozen classes a year* can't help my right brain optimism* been a foster mom* am a very grateful mom of adopted children* worst life moment: leaving the E.R. with an empty baby carrier* this is me...pretty much
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