The Test

I glance around the room anxiously. My students are writing a test. All I can hear is the turning of sheets, the rubbing of eraser against the page, the squeaking of desks as they write. Overhead the dull fan is our ambient noise. I can feel their nervous energy radiating off of them. Their sweaty…

The Observation

My stomach hurt. My digestive tract was failing me. This was not new. I'd felt this way several times before. My lactose intolerance loves to flare up at its worst under periods of extreme pressure. This was in addition to my internalized anxiety that had manifested itself as heart palpitations and whole body trembling. It's…

The Translation

I was having a hard time. I was down in the dumps, stuck in a slump. Things weren't going quite the way I'd planned in my life. I was going through a move, a break up, loss of a friend and heart ache. My emotions were high, my mood was low and stress inescapable. I…

The Presentation

It was the day of the first minor presentations of the month in my college pathway program for international students. A relaxing day for me, as I got to sit in the back of the class drinking coffee and taking notes while my young adult students had to teach their classmates about the key principals…

The Art Assignment

On the first day of 7th grade our teacher, Mr Sarabaldi, gave us a rather exciting art project. Well, exciting is a pretty generous word, but at the time, it really was exciting to me. He asked the class to creatively display our initials, on a standard sized sheet of paper, in any way that…

The Grammar Lesson

I shoved an invisible handout at my boyfriend Paul, who lay asleep in bed beside me. It really annoyed me that he was sleeping through my class! I shook him hard, and urgently, until he woke up. I watched him stir, blink and look up at me. It was time to start class. I climbed…

The Conversation

I entered my Basic English Conversation classroom, that ironically doubled as the designated prayer room, one afternoon and was struck by a sudden and blatant juxtaposition. My jaw dropped as I struggled to decide if I was horrified and offended, shocked and amused, or just eternally happy that I lived and worked in a city…

The Interview

"This is a school?" I wondered wearily as I drove through a giant parking lot. I circled the lot twice to make sure I was in the right spot. It worried me that there were only two parked cars; a black Lexus and a green Honda Civic. I pulled up close to the only door…

The Co-op Class

I idled by the door of my 12th grade co-op class, peering inside hesitantly. Was I in the right place? The students in this class were not my usual university bound classmates. In the front row there was a group of girls doing each other's blush, eyeliner and mascara, even though they were already wearing…