Yesterday I felt so American as I sat at my desk at school. And not in a good way at all. I was doing everything at once, adopting such a cultural norm in multitasking, and I believed it was the best and only way to be a teacher. Thankfully though, and suddenly, in the midst of grading attendance direct teaching responding to parent e-mails individual conversations with students planning the D.C. trip and imagining lesson plans for this week I just knew I had to stop.
I stood there in my very own ordinary life, so taken off guard that I HAD to stop and read right where I was. Lunch was bliss....just me and a peanut butter sandwich and the quiet and this book. Deep down, I love to be a bookworm, all caught up in a story. I have denied that part of my life lately, in the name of progress and efficiency and ridiculous things that kill your soul a little when you forget yourself on that level. No longer. This book, the one that caught me in heart and soul and everything, is Found by a woman called Micha Boyett. (Ironic, I know.) You can tell she is lovely, and her writing is profound. I knew it was going to be holy and noticeable and good because of the book reviews. I have never before underlined something already profound in a book review. But today I had to. See for yourself....
Yesterday I felt so American as I sat at my desk at school. And not in a good way at all. I was doing everything at once, adopting such a cultural norm in multitasking, and I believed it was the best and only way to be a teacher. Thankfully though, and suddenly, in the midst of 
