I'm a stage manager; lover of theatre, reading, and music. I'm trying to get my groove back into writing so here it goes.
You don’t need religion to have morals. If you can’t determine right from wrong then you lack empathy, not religion.
I use sarcasm because flat out telling you you’re a fucking moron is considered inappropriate and is frowned upon. And I was raised better than that.
and then sometimes you’re such a moron I have to go against my better judgement and tell it like it is.
there are nice americans
there are rude americans
there are nice brits
there are rude brits
there are nice canadians
there’s justin bieber
^ all sorts of truth… can we trade him back for Robin Sparkles?
Texts are secrets. They’re little mementos of inclusion and excitement you can read over and over. They’re letters, journal entries, notes passed in class. Because we like to hold onto words that mean something to us. We like re-read and remember and re-live that moment when he said, “I miss you,” or even just “Merry Christmas” because you know they mean the same thing…And when I text my best friend, “He texted me! ” and she replies, “Yay!”, we’re not a generation lost staring at screens. We’re in corsets being handed scrolls sealed with his coat-of-arms. We’re in sundresses waiting for the postman to drop his letter. We’re on swing sets hoping to circle ‘yes’ or ‘no.’ We’re a million starry eyes still staring at the same starry skies with fingers crossed and hopes high.
(Names have been altered slightly, just in case.)
Josie: I have a new crusshhhhh
Matt: Me too! On a boy!
Pearl: You’re a boy with a crush on a boy?
Matt: Yeah he’s really cute.
(pause for a bit)
Matt: Boys can like boys. I just can’t marry him because boys can’t marry boys.
Me: Yeah they can. You can marry whoever you want.
Josie: YEAH my tia has a wife so now I have a titi and a auntie.
Matt: Okay. Then maybe I’ll marry him.
Dave: (from across the room) No you can’t you’re seven.
(Age was apparently the only foreseeable problem anyone of my elementary schoolers could see with gay marriage. I almost cried out of happiness. Later, when I was asked if boys could kiss anyone they wanted, I replied “only if they want to kiss you back.” And Josie responded “Yeah! Your body your life.”)
My students are the shit.
seven year olds are smarter than most fully grown adults