My writing soul

I’ve always written. And I’ve always loved writing. I tell people that I fell in love with writing when I was eight and one of my stories made my teacher cry, but that’s not really true. Even before I learned how to write, I would write stories in my head. It’s in my DNA, as […]

Where the f*ck is my wisdom?

This is life for you: you’re born, you struggle with the same issues your entire life, you die. Why the gloomy outlook, you ask? I’ve just spent the last hour looking for my students’ grades. I wrote them somewhere and I thought I had added them to the system, but apparently I haven’t. I’ve gone […]

Thinking about thinking

Thinking too much. This morning F told me that quarantine has been forcing him into thinking too much. About who he is and his life and stuff. I just thought: that’s just a regular day for me. I’ve always thought too much. In fact, my brain is wired in such a way that I can […]

On popularity

My teaching “niche”, so to speak, are fourteen to twenty six year-olds. It doesn’t matter if they are poor or rich, fast or slow, boys or girls, gay or straight, popular or nerdy, good at English or struggling with the language: it’s very rare to find a person from this particular age group with whom […]

I know it’s over – new and improved

I am a grown-up. I know what it means when somebody doesn’t answer your texts or when it takes them too long to do so. To make a long story short(ish): I went out. I drank. I sent F a message. Nothing too incriminating, thank god. Just saying that I was in a bar with […]

A secretive secret

This blog is a secret. I’m not going to share it with anyone that I know in real life. Ever. I want to have complete freedom to write whatever crosses my mind, without having to worry about losing my job or hurting people. But then why bother? Why not keep a journal instead? Although I’m […]

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