It’s been a while since I have been this excited and innovative with anything. And it feels so good - even the scary parts.
I found a wonderful Documentary Film-based job in DC on a salary and it’s part time for the first 6 months and I’m so super duper qualified for it
and I’m completely fucking terrified.
Checked a student’s browser history after reports he was off task during math centers.
He was off task, alright. But in between his soccer...
Code Name Verity by Elizabeth Wein (via tomesaway)
I often wonder whether “falling in love” (in the romantic sense) works/feels the same way cementing a good friendship does.
One of the reasons I don’t mind being so single all the time is because of how loved and supported I feel in my friendships. My friends are the people that I want to share my experiences with and see the world with and on whose shoulders I want to cry when things are awful.
It’s really tough to imagine that at some point I will meet a guy and that relationship will trump my friendships. I see that happening, to some extent, with people I know my age: they settle into a romantic relationship and then get engaged/move in and at that point it’s like, “Well, there goes that travel buddy” or “There goes spontaneously letting myself in to crash on that couch.” I know it doesn’t have to be that way, but that’s certainly the trend.
I think what ultimately frustrates me is that friendship don’t have the same legitimacy that romantic relationships have. Like, for example, god forbid something happen to me and I end up in a hospital, the first people I’d want next to me aren’t related to me and aren’t having sex with me; their connection to me is undefined except for “friend,” which is used in our society to mean everything from “person I don’t really like but am forced to make small talk with every morning” to “person who knows everything about me and with whom I have established trust and affection.” If you’re dating someone, it’s acceptable (to varying degrees) to make plans to stay in the same city or relocate for one another; it’s much less acceptable to make plans around your friends.
The whole “family first then significant romantic person then if you have some spare time your friends” just seems ridiculous to me. My primary support system is comprised of friends, people who know me much better than my family does and who know how to entertain and challenge and support me much more effectively than my family can. And I’m always annoyed when I’m trying to talk to people who don’t know me well or talk with my family about stuff and the only word I have at my disposal is “friend,” because I feel like it just sort of trivializes everything. Like, I don’t know, when I went to Pittsburgh for my former roommate’s grad school graduation, it was this sort of puzzling thing for people: “Oh, you’re going to your friend’s graduation…that’s nice.” Whereas if it had been my boyfriend graduating, my presence would be expected and presumed. Same was true for my own MAT graduation—I only invited Elizabeth, and she obviously came and was really happy for me and supportive, and my classmates were just like, “Who’s here for you again? Your old roommate? Oh, that’s…cool…”
I don’t really know what my actual point is here. This is not what I intended to write when I first pressed reblog, but I guess it’s something I’ve been thinking on (again) lately.