Caroline

Joined September 2020

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My name is Caroline and I am an avid reader, writer and dreamer. I write for fun and to express all the crazy thoughts in my head. I love sharing my stories and experiences with others!

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Teachers Have Feelings Too
"It's not like you even care about me." Student A said, or rather, yelled across the room at me as I stood behind my podium, entering grades and observing the student collaboration on the days activity. The students were preparing for debates to be held the following week, and unfortunately Student A was given an alternative assignment due to inappropriate class behavior and incompletion of class/homework assignments.
By Caroline4 years ago in Education
I Have a Dream... to Foster Self-Belief and Dreams Back into Students of the 21st Century.
I am a teacher, and if you went to any teacher training or professional development today, you would see that our job revolves mostly around academics, even if it is heard otherwise. My job consists primarily of teaching a lesson and giving instruction on activities revolving around the core subjects, like math, science, social studies and/or ELAR. I am expected to follow standards, units, and prepare students for state assessments. It is the criteria of my job, and I went through school, took tests and was prepared for just that. Yes, there is positive reinforcement, behavioral management, encouragement and social-emotional development for students, but those are what we would call the "supporting" standards, and the teach to the test, data driven instruction is the "readiness" standard.
By Caroline4 years ago in Education
The Green Eyes.
I got in the car and locked the doors the minute my little sister was able to shut the door behind her in the back seat. Tears were flooding her eyes, just as my hands were shaking as I continuously pressed the lock button of the truck. I heard the clicks over and over again. click. click. click.
By Caroline4 years ago in Fiction
To the Man Who Approaches Random Women
Friday night I was hanging out with some of my friends in a parking lot. Yes, we were sitting outside at 8pm on the concrete ground of a parking lot of a restaurant in front of our cars. We were sitting criss crossed talking about life (with a few drinks in us I may add) when a middle aged man came up to us. He told us he couldn't find his way to his car when he saw my friends Texas Tech sweater and saw his car a little ways behind her. He swayed back and forth and proceeded to talk to us about how all the girls at the bar inside wanted to only hook up, but we 3 sitting outside in sweaters and jeans were a sight to see. Not knowing what to say or do, we sat and let it happen. He squinted his eyes as he told us his life story about Texas Tech and his son living somewhere in Dallas, though he didn't know where exactly. He openly shared that he lived a great life and was wealthy... before we slowly gave him hints to leave.
By Caroline4 years ago in Confessions
New Year, Continued Reflection
Not necessarily a 'day one, I am starting over cold turkey' type of new years resolution, but I quickly saw a pattern in the subtle changes I was making throughout the six months and into 2022 to promote my own mental rest, peace and love, and genuine happiness and comfort with myself.
By Caroline4 years ago in Lifehack
From the Immature Friend to the Settled Adult
I was always known as the immature friend, never seeming to be growing up and always making the same mistakes over and over again before I learned anything. I was always the one who said the wrong things at the wrong time, never taking situations seriously and being the bounce house that par cored and laughed at all of the inappropriate times. It is funny how just a year, or two, has changed my life completely. Now, I truly am still figuring out if this is a good thing or not, and will tell you when I finally find out, but here is my thought process:
By Caroline4 years ago in Humans
A New York State of Mind
The alarm went off and I was UP. As in I leaped out of bed, ready to get moving type of up, which was something that I was not used to. I hated mornings, hated alarm clocks and definitely did not get up with any sort of enthusiasm, ever. But today was a different day, a very different day indeed. I changed, brushed my teeth, woke my friend up and headed out with two big 45 pound—but less than 50–rolling suitcases, on our way to the Love Field airport in Dallas, Texas.
By Caroline4 years ago in Wander
Owning Every Second of Paris
There is a song verse by OneRepublic that goes like this: "I owned every second that this world could give; I saw so many places, the things that I did, yeah with every broken bone, I swear I lived."
By Caroline4 years ago in Wander
The Paris Affair
I went to Paris for the first time, and I fell in love. I didn't mean to. It just happened. It was like an affair: it whisks you away before you can see it is a bad idea. Not that going to Paris was a bad idea. Spending too much time in Paris was a bad idea. I fell hard; I fell fast. I fell all at once, and I have sense been able to fully recover. It was a city that stole my heart before I knew my heart was capable of such a feeling.
By Caroline4 years ago in Journal
Being Lonely vs. Being Alone
There is a difference between "being lonely" and "being alone". Did it take me a long time to figure that out, yes, but I learned the difference none the less. And this didn't even stem from having to be 'alone' due to COVID... crazy right? Atleast not consciously. So if because of COVID, I came to this realization, then I can't say I am not grateful in some way for it...
By Caroline4 years ago in Motivation
A Tachinomi Experience
“Welcome to Tachinomi.” Akio said to his college roommates Diego, who was from Spain and Thomas, who was from America. They walked into the bar right off the train station in the northern district of Tokyo, called Ochanamizu. Diego wanted to know the difference of this to Spanish tapas and Thomas was sold when he heard it was a casual after work atmosphere with cheap beer.
By Caroline4 years ago in Fiction
A Macaw Canvas
There was red, yellow, green and blue paint. There was a nude woman standing in front of me. It was called 'live art', and the theme was "Scarlet". That was unique. I didn't know what to create, so I did what every artist did: I examined the nude woman for the sole purpose of creating a visionary painting in my mind. As was everyone else.
By Caroline4 years ago in Confessions

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Teachers Have Feelings Too

I Have a Dream... to Foster Self-Belief and Dreams Back into Students of the 21st Century.

The Green Eyes.

To the Man Who Approaches Random Women

New Year, Continued Reflection

From the Immature Friend to the Settled Adult

A New York State of Mind

Owning Every Second of Paris

The Paris Affair

Being Lonely vs. Being Alone

A Tachinomi Experience

A Macaw Canvas

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