I’ve nicknamed the school at which I teach “Happy High School,” not to be derisive—it’s truly a happy little place. I’ve been there 11 years. On average there is one fight a year, sometimes in the cafeteria, sometimes in the hallway. Just a one-on-one exchange, not some sort of organized rumble. That one fight usually… Continue reading Power & Respect
Why… because I can’t not. Ooooooooo the English teacher just rocked a double negative! Because I don’t define myself as an English teacher. I am not my job. But society will try to force you into labeling and identifying as what you do. That never sat right with me and, for years, I wouldn’t tell… Continue reading Why. My Young Living Story.