Lessons from Our Summer Garden

Back in May, we embarked on our gardening adventure. After filling our house with plants, David finally joined me on my new obsession and decided that we could build our first garden together. We started off with very different ideas, however. I was picturing we would start slowly, maybe one raised bed and a few plants. But David had bigger plans for our garden.

This was a fun project for us to do together, and one that would last beyond just one weekend. We tended to our garden all summer and enjoyed all the treats it provided for our meals. So along with a video of our summer garden, I wanted to share a few lessons we learned in the process.

Lessons from Our Summer Garden

  1. Foundations are important

    My original vision of one tiny raised bed quickly transformed into something larger, and a larger garden meant we had to think a lot harder about how to start the whole process. We knew the foundation was important, because that would affect everything else that came after it. In my haste, I just wanted to set the beds on the grass a call it a day. But David had more forethought to till the ground, lay weed barrier, mulch, and then the beds. Had we gone my route, our plants would have been chocked out by grass and weeds quickly. But more time spent on creating a solid foundation meant more prosperous plants. More than once David would ask me, “Is this even?” or “Is this straight?” And even though our foundation may not be perfect, our plants still grew despite our first-time-gardening flaws.

  2. Be wiling to learn and “replant”

    We’ll be the first to admit that we didn’t know a whole lot about gardening before we got started. My grandparents were big time gardeners, and it makes me sad to think that I missed out on a lot of good conversations with them about how to garden. We did a lot of googling on the front end of our project, but we still didn’t learn as much as we could have. It took actually growing a garden and experiencing it to learn more. For example, we learned that we shouldn’t have planted the squash and zucchini next to each other because their large leaves competed for sunlight. And we learned that cucumbers are vining plants that will take over your yard if you don’t give them somewhere up to grow. A good gardener will learn from their garden and make it better each season, and we look forward to trying this again next summer.

  3. Things will bounce back after a storm

    Our garden was toppled over more than once by quick, but powerful summer storms. The first time, we moved the plants back to their original positions and hoped for the best. The second time, we added more plant cages and supports to attempt to keep everything in an upright position. But even after every storm, no matter how wonky they stood, the plants still produced their fruit.



Birthdays and Book Clubs

My husband turned the big three-oh this past weekend, and that means I get to publicly brag about him for a few minutes. We often jokingly ask each other, “What are your top three favorite things about me?” (Or whatever number of compliments we so desire in that moment.) While our answers many times are fun and playful, I like to keep him on his toes and give him a serious answer every now and then.

The birthday boy pre-beard (photo by the one and only Kyle Carpenter)

The birthday boy pre-beard (photo by the one and only Kyle Carpenter)

One of my favorite things about David is his sense of loyalty. David has a group of guys that have all been friends since high school that all still talk and hang out regularly. They have a group chat that keeps his phone buzzing constantly, and there has always been a part of me that is jealous of that collective, consistent friendship. These boys have a bond that is not linear, but rather multi-dimensional due to the size of the group. And these bonds are strong. Strong enough for the group to travel together each summer to do some off-grid, backpacking in national parks across the country, which is where he is right now — celebrating another year of his life with friends who have been important figures in his life for years.

The boys in Colobrahdo 2020

The boys in Colobrahdo 2020

Something else I love is his sense of adventure. From backcountry camping with the boys to exploring new cities with me to living in a foreign country just after high school, David has always been adventurous — sometimes in a way that frightens me. Anyone could hand him a ticket to anywhere in the world and he would have no issues selling everything and going. As someone who would classify herself as a homebody, our lives have seemed to have melted together over the year into a blend that allows room for both stability and adventure. We balance each other out, him broadening my horizons and me teaching him to enjoy the little things in the present. Another game we like to play is, “If you could buy a ticket for anywhere in the world, where would you go?” And when the world is back to normal, we plan to make some of those answers a reality. (No one way tickets though. Don’t worry, Mom. Sorry, David.)

And my third favorite thing about David is his intellectual curiosity. While he will probably admit that he didn’t love school, he loves to learn. He is constantly watching Youtube videos to learn something new, and I have especially benefitted from all the cooking skills he has learned. He and his group of guys also have a weekly book club that I have unfortunately not been invited to join. I can pretty much guarantee that these boys could have never guessed back in high school that they would still be reading books together 10+ years later. It gives me hope as an English teacher that some of my students will one day be doing the same thing down the road. Below are the books they read this summer (all of which I highly recommend).

  1. The Ruthless Elimination of Hurry by John Mark Comer

  2. Atomic Habits by James Clear

  3. Dream Big by Bob Goff

David, if you’re reading this, I know you probably don’t love the public display of words of affirmation (my love language, not his), but I hope you know that I love you and I’m excited to keep celebrating more birthdays with you, even if that means getting left out of the boys’ book club for the next 30 years.

Happy Birthday, mister :)

Letters to my Graduating Seniors

I normally like to end high school for my seniors in a way much like they started their educational career — with a picture book. For the past three years of teaching seniors, I have always read “Oh The Places You’ll Go” for them on their last day of school, full of nostalgia as I read out of the copy of the book that my parents gave me back when I graduated high school. I read the inscription written by my parents, and then pray that I can make it through the book without crying too hard. Some years I make it to the next to last page, other years I barely make it halfway through.

This spring, the end of the year looked much different. We had our last day of school without even realizing it was our last day of school, so I didn’t get to plan anything sweet or sentimental for my seniors. Due to the global pandemic and social gathering guidelines, faculty couldn’t even attend graduation this past Sunday. So in my attempts to do something special for my graduates, I recorded myself reading “Oh The Places You’ll Go” and made each one a handmade and handwritten card.

It should come as no surprise that, as an English teacher and writer, my love language is words of affirmation. And now it is my hope and prayer that my seniors — and hopefully all seniors — from the Class of 2020 feel loved and encouraged that while this season of life may not have gone as planned, they still grew in ways that none of us could have imaged.

P.S. I have an extra special place in my heart for this class because the first class I even taught as seventh graders back in 2014 graduated high school this year. It has always been my plan to return to Texas to attend their graduation, but the world had plans otherwise. To my Schim students, I love and miss you guys. I so badly wanted to be there to celebrate you all as you graduated, but I hope that our paths will cross again one day! (And if you guys want a card too, email me your address! hannah.pressley.2@gmail.com)

Writing Goals and Plans

I’ve been in a writing slump lately, and I think it is my perfectionism creeping in again. I’ve been working on consistency in posting every Friday, but as I research more about blogging and writing I learn that Mondays are better days to post and then I start worrying about timing as well as consistency. And then I’m in the vicious cycle of worrying about the perfect thing to write at the perfect time, and nothing gets written. Also, lately I've been helping my husband edit his book that he is writing (which is so good), and I think part of me is intimidated by how good of a writer he is. But tonight we sat down together at the same desk and committed to writing for an hour, and his encouragement and accountability is helping me combat my perfectionism.

I wanted to be transparent about my writing goals and plans as a way to add another layer of public accountability to the private accountability that I have at home with my spouse. My first goal is to keep consistently posting once a week, but I want to start posting on Mondays instead of Fridays. Some research has shown that more people read blogs on Monday mornings, so that is my new goal (clearly not meeting that goal today seeing as I am posting at 11 pm instead of am). Plus, this will give me more time to write and edit over the weekend instead of trying to teach and write during the week once school starts again. Consistency is still my priority, but now i’m trying to add timing to that consistency.

Another way to hold myself accountable, in addition to sharing when I want to share my writing, is to share what I want to write about for the next month. I know myself, and I know that if I go ahead and make my plans public then I’ll be too embarrassed to not follow through. (For those of you who know anything about Gretchen Rubin’s Four Tendencies, I’m an “obliger,” meaning I am much more likely to meet outer, public expectations than inner, private ones. More on that in another blog post later…) So here is my plan for the rest of July and all of August!

20 July 2020 - Letters to My Graduating Seniors

27 July 2020 - Boys Book Club/DP Birthday Appreciation

3 August 2020 - Lessons from our Summer Garden

7 August 2020 - Feature Friday: Royal Fifty-Two by Arrington Chadwick

10 August 2020 - Back to School/Curriculum Ideas for This Year

17 August 2020 - Why I Love Teaching Joseph Campbell and The Hero’s Journey

24 August 2020 - One of My Favorite Creative Lessons, Blackout Poetry

31 August 2020 - Lessons from the First Month of “Hybrid” School

Let me know if there is anything you guys would like to see added to the writing schedule! And if you are looking for any external accountability in your own goals and plans, let me know because I would love to be that encouragement in accountability for you :)





Feature Friday: Halle Beasley, A Soulful Creative

This year I had the pleasure of meeting an incredibly soulful creative girl named Halle. My first experience with her was hearing her singing “It Is Well” at a back to school gathering for teachers. I was moved to tears by her voice singing the words “it is well with my soul,” and it is hard for me to hear that song now without thinking about her. Soon enough, my experience with Halle brought her down from the stage and into my classroom where I got to see even more of her creativity. Halle is a musician, artist, photographer, and poet. Halle’s heart and soul shines through her creativity, and that is why I am thrilled to share a little bit of her work here.

For our final passion project in my senior class (which you can read more about here), Halle chose to create an online magazine, or “zine.” Halle had a hard time narrowing down all of her creative outlets into one idea to pursue, so together we discussed the fact that a magazine could combine all of her creativity into one space. Halle then chose to create a collection of poems and photos and titled her project Through My Eyes. The title alone made me excited to see what was inside, and when I did, I was blown away.


One thing Halle mentioned in her written reflection about her project stuck with me. She said, “I love having a tangible resource to reflect on my growth as an individual in high school.” This is my whole hope and goal in this final project with my seniors — that they will have time to focus on their passions, reflect on their growth, and look to the future. Halle’s depth and maturity amaze me, and I cannot wait to see her creativity continue to grow and bloom into more beauty for the world to see through her eyes.

Photo by Halle Beasley from Through My Eyes

Photo by Halle Beasley from Through My Eyes


You can see the whole collection of Halle’s poems and photos titled Through My Eyes by clicking here.

Listening and Learning

I haven’t posted here the last few weeks because I wanted to take a step back and listen. As an educator, we teach students the importance of listening to others and knowing when it is an appropriate time to speak. Listening is a skill that does not necessarily come naturally to all, and it is something that can actually be practiced in order to improve, much like a sport. And while there are no points to be scored or trophies to be won, the wins and losses of listening hold a much larger importance in life.

Something I was reminded over the past few weeks of listening to our broken world is that we all have a role in this world to bring about hope and healing, and that each person’s role will look different. For some, they are the agents of change, leading the fight against injustices of the world. For some, they have a breadth of influence through networks to spread awareness. For some, they are the prayer warrior, on their knees in their bedroom each night tearfully praying. For some, they are in classrooms, teaching the future of our communities and instilling in them lessons that can be taken beyond our four cinderblock walls.

It is this last category where my heart longs to be again. It feels like a lifetime since I have been in a room filled with students, and I long to see their faces again. But until then, I will spend the rest of my summer playing the role of the student instead of the teacher, continuing to learn from the things I read and the voices I listen to.

I wanted to share a few people and resources that I have been drawn to this past month. One thing I’ll go ahead and point out about the majority of these people is that they are religious. I am drawn to listening to people who love Jesus and are showing that love to those around them. It is my hope and prayer that the world will come out of 2020 seeing each other and loving each other as the image bearers of Christ that we all are.

Danielle Coke (@ohhappydani on instagram)
^Even if you don’t know her name, you probably know her work. Danielle created and shared a graphic on instagram that quickly went viral. The caption of the graphic reads, “performance won’t end racism. change your heart. change your home. change humanity.” And while her post went viral around the world, Dani was taking her art one step further and creating three lessons to share with others. 1) UPWARD: The Sin of Silence and God’sHeart for Justice. 2) INWARD: Taking Inventory and Assessing Implicit Bias. 3) OUTWARD: Starting Conversations and Making Real Change. Danielle’s art and words focus on “loving God & neighbor well,” and her heart clearly shines through her work. (P.S. She is only 25 and changing the world, y’all.)

EJ Gaines (@ejgaines on instagram)
^EJ Gaines is an executive at Capitol CMG and Motown Gospel, where it appears that his love for music, law, and Jesus have all perfectly combined. Mr. Gaines shares beautiful messages on his instagram and twitter accounts that filter today’s circumstances through a biblical worldview, and I always feel like I learn from his words. His transparency of sharing what God is teaching him is so genuine and is a great picture of what trusting the Lord looks like in times of trouble.

Morgan Harper Nichols (@morganharpernichols on instagram)
^Morgan has been one of my favorite poets for quite some time now because her words always hold such power and truth. Morgan Harper Nichols is another artist who you would likely recognize her work even if you don’t recognize her name. One thing I find beautiful about Morgan’s work is that it is inspired by real life experiences and stories. Back in2017, Morgan invited people to share their hearts and stories with her, and she then used her gift to create art for them. Morgan keeps all the names and personal details private, but the comfort and encouragement of her words are shared and felt publicly and globally. You can find more of her work on her website morganharpernichols.com where I highly suggest you sign up for her daily art and poems to come to your inbox.

Jennifer Borget (@jenniferborget on instagram)
^Jennifer is a former journalist and current digital creator who now runs her blog cherish365.com where she shares her love of life with people and encourages people to find joy and make a difference each day. On both her website and her instagram, Jennifer has been sharing about her life as a multicultural family. Jennifer has three beautiful children with her husband, who is a white officer. As a law enforcement family raising children, Jennifer has written about her longing for a society that supports both her cop husband and her Black son in this post, as well as sharing her research on organizations to donate to in her post “18 Organizations Uplifting Black Lives and Bridging the Police Divide.” Oh, and did I mention she loves Disney and gardening? She shares some great Disney checklists for the family as well as a hilarious saga about getting hornworms out of the garden.

Summer Book Club 2020

For those of you looking for a good book to read this summer, I want to invite you to join my summer book club book! “Summer reading” looks a little bit different at my school now than it did when I went there. Everyone used to have required reading for their English class, but our school has recently made a shift in order to give students more choice in what they read during the summer in attempts to allow them to enjoy the reading a bit more.

Most honors and AP classes are given a list of books to choose from, and then everyone will sign up for a “book club” book to read over the summer. Each book club consists of one teacher or faculty member and a group of up to 20 or 25 students. This group will then meet several times over the course of the fall semester and discuss the book. There is a brief quiz during the first meeting, and then students have the opportunity to earn points back to their quiz based on their discussion.

This summer, I have chosen the book The Five People You Meet in Heaven by Mitch Albom. It is a fairly short book (4 hours and 37 minutes according to the audiobook), and about 190 pages total. But it is a book FULL of important lessons and meaning that I think we all could benefit from learning.

This book is seriously AMAZING. I read this book in one sitting on a Saturday afternoon in Kentucky, and the ending made me WEEP. (Weep in a good way, though). It will make you rethink the way you interact with people and will show you a beautiful picture of the impact that your life can and does have on others. 


One of the things that intimidates people the most about reading is the time that it takes to read. It always seems daunting at first when you pick up a book and see how many pages it is. That is why I always try to give suggestions for reading schedules. Below are some of the tips and strategies I gave to my book club for the summer:

Some reading tips and strategies

  • If you read 1 person each day, you will complete the book in 6 days (intro/set up as one section, and then the five people)

  • If you read 10 pages a day, you will complete the book in 19 days. 

  • If you read 10 minutes a day, you will complete this book in about 28 days. 

  • If you want to read 1 chapter a day, you will complete this book in 36 days (don't worry, they are really short chapters/sections). 

Then I encourage people to pick a strategy that works best for them and their needs or abilities! These are also really simple strategies that can be applied to any book you are reading this summer. Everyone has 10 minutes a day to spare (and if you don’t, then I would make the argument that you are way too busy!).

Below is a link to purchase the book from Amazon, and here is the blurb from Amazon to give you a brief summary of the book: "Eddie is a wounded war veteran, an old man who has lived, in his mind, an uninspired life. His job is fixing rides at a seaside amusement park. On his 83rd birthday, a tragic accident kills him, as he tries to save a little girl from a falling cart. He awakes in the afterlife, where he learns that heaven is not a destination. It's a place where your life is explained to you by five people, some of whom you knew, others who may have been strangers. One by one, from childhood to soldier to old age, Eddie's five people revisit their connections to him on earth, illuminating the mysteries of his 'meaningless' life, and revealing the haunting secret behind the eternal question: 'Why was I here?'"


You can purchase the book from Amazon here.

*Also, check your local second hand book store to see if they have copies! I found a hardback copy at my local store for only $6.00!

If you decide to read along (or even if you have already read the book), leave me a comment below so we can discuss your thoughts and questions together!





Gifts for Grads (Book & Journal Edition)

If you’ve ever received a gift from me, there is a good chance it was book or journal related. And I stand by the idea that books and journals make for great gifts, especially for our graduates this year. For many graduates, closing one chapter and beginning a new one brings about a mixed bag of feelings: excitement, anxiety, sentimentality, reflection, anticipation, etc.

So if you are looking for a good gift option for a recent or upcoming graduate, take a look at the options below. You’ll not only be giving them the gift of words, you'll also be giving them a gift of nostalgia, reflection, and growth.

Photo credit here

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Some Closing Lines from Literature I Taught This Year

For those of you who know me, you know I am sentimental and have a tender heart. You know that I cry watching animated movies (I can’t even talk about this scene from Inside Out) and that I cry reading books that I’ve already read a thousand times. Well, these past two weeks have involved some tears because I am wrapping up another school year, but not in the way I had planned.

Last week was my final week with my seniors, and this week was my final week with my sophomores. And while I really enjoyed the content that we ended with in both classes, I didn’t like not seeing my students during our last days “together.” For someone who is already sentimental about endings, the ending of this school year hit especially hard.

So while I am not good at closure, I thought I would share a few closing lines from some of the literature that I taught this year, along with a brief lesson I hope my students learned from each text (I actually filmed a whole video for my seniors about lessons that I hope they learned, which you can watch here). These lines come from a mixture of American and British literature, but to me they all offer eloquent endings to their stories — something I find challenging to do at the moment.

The End by Ecopetit.cat

The End by Ecopetit.cat

Beowulf
“They said that he was, of the kings in this world, the kindest to his men, the most courteous man, the best to his people, and most eager for fame.”
*I hope my students learned that good leaders are kind and courteous, but also to find a balance of how to be proud of their accomplishments without being prideful.

Frankenstein
"He was soon borne away by the waves, and lost in darkness and distance."
*I hope my students learned that this darkness and distance is not only a force of nature, but also of human beings. To me, this book teaches lessons of love and loss and our deep need for human companionship.

The Great Divorce
”I awoke in a cold room, hunched on the floor beside a black and empty grate, the clock striking three, and the siren howling overhead.”
*I hope students learned that unless we let go of some things in life, we will all end up cold and empty. This book allowed us to talk about different types of love, and how sometimes the wrong type of love can be distorted and painful.

King Arthur
“Yet some men say in many parts of England that King Arthur is not dead, but had by the will of our Lord Jesus into another place; and men say that he shall come again, and he shall win the holy cross.”
*I hope my students learned a lesson of hope and loyalty in this legend.

The Narrative Life of Frederick Douglass
”Faithfully relying upon the power of truth, love, and justice, for success in my humble efforts — and solemnly pledging my self anew to the sacred cause, — I subscribe myself, Frederick Douglass.”
*I hope my students learned a sense of justice from this text. I hope they were able to see problems in both our history and our modern day society, and I hope a fire was lit in their hearts to pave a better future.

Our Town
”You get a good rest, too. Good night.”
(But it is this scene where Emily say's goodbye that really gets me.)
*I hope my students were able to reflect on all the deep themes that were brought up in this sweet, simple play. Themes of life and legacy, love and relationships, death and eternity. While our lives may seem simple or mundane at times, we all have so much to be grateful for.

Paradise Lost
”The World was all before them, where to choose
Their place of rest, and Providence their guide:
They hand in hand with wandering steps and slow,
Through Eden took their solitary way.”
*I hope students were able to recognize that the evil we face in this world may often disguise itself as good. This story featured a handsome, eloquent devil rather than one with red horns and a pitchfork. And unfortunately, the world will feature the same. type of evil that looks good and appealing.

The Scarlet Letter
"On a field, sable, the letter 'A' gules."
*I hope my students were able to reflect on the fact that we all make mistakes and we all have flaws, but that it is oftentimes through our mistakes and our suffering that we grow and learn. The ‘A’ in the story started off as a negative symbol, but by the end of the story it came to mean something positive. We all have strengths and weaknesses, and sometimes it is actually our weaknesses or mistakes that allow us to grow into something stronger and wiser in the end.


If you’re still here reading, I appreciate your time and I hope you were able to get a little something out of this. I enjoyed writing it, and I enjoyed teaching it.

Class dismissed.

(And yes, I’m crying again now)





Passion Projects

One of my favorite assignments to do with my seniors at the end of the year is a “passion project.” Some call it Genius Hour, some call it 20 Time. Different names, same concept. The idea is that you allow students to spend a significant part of their class time working on a goal or dream they have always had, but maybe never had the time to pursue it.

Doing this at the end of the year allows seniors to pursue something they are genuinely interested in, and hopefully their project will be something that they continue to pursue in their futures. I have seen many students get a jumpstart on careers or business ideas or even lifelong hobbies during this project. As the years go by, I continue to get joy out of seeing students continuing to dabble with an idea that they started in my class their senior year.*

Something that I love about this project that I think more people could benefit from is just the simple accountability of pursuing our dreams. I always have students complete a writing reflection at the end of the project, and many students express gratitude at the designated space and accountability to spend time each week on their passion. Giving that time back to students at the end of their high school career while still giving them guidance and structure is empowering. And in my mind the perfect way to send them out into the world.

Something else that I love about this project that I think more people could benefit from is the fact that I give students the freedom to “fail” during this project. And my “fail” I mean they don’t have to “achieve” their goal by the end of the project. All they have to do is make progress towards their goal. A motto I am trying to live by and trying to instill in my students is progress, not perfection.

Perfectionism is something I have struggled with, and I know I am my toughest critic at times. But I think that struggle allows me to help students who may be struggling with the same thing. One way I try to do this is by doing a passion project alongside my students to show them my own goals and progress and setbacks.

One of my passions has always been writing, but I have never been able to be consistent with it (as you can see from the dates of these blog posts). But if you’ve noticed recently, I have been able to post every Friday for the past eight weeks in a row — my longest consistent streak of writing in a long time. And I owe a lot of that success to being vulnerable enough to share my passion project progress with my students as a form of accountability.

So if I’ve learned anything from this assignment with my students, it’s that success is best served with baby steps and accountability.


*Side note: if any of my former students remember their project and are still doing anything with it, leave me a comment here! I would love to hear from you and continue to encourage you in your passions!

Feature Friday: A Young Poet, Natalia Bosch

This week was my last week with my senior students, and needless to say, it was an emotional week for me. I tend to get incredibly attached to my students, and I try to keep in touch with them as they grow up into young adults. One student in particular I have kept close touch with is the beautiful young lady you see in the photograph below, Natalia. Natalia is one of those student who has turned into a dear friend. While we may have first bonded over a shared piece of dark chocolate, that simple shared love grew from something educational into something familial. She is fiercely loyal, she is loving and gentle, and she is quite possible one of the best young poets I have met.

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Natalia is someone who sees the beauty in everything around her, whether it is the shadows dancing on a wall or the good in each and every person sitting next to her. It’s actually somewhat hard to write about her here because I replay her eloquent words through my head, and all my words seem to pale in comparison.

With that said, below I have shared a variety of her poetry. Her ability to inspire with her words comes in many forms and styles, and what you’ll see in this post is only the tip of the iceberg. You can find more of her writing and her poetry here, but be sure to also read her “About Me” page. She wrote a poem introducing herself to the world, and it just might be the most perfect description of her.


What I love about this poem from Natalia is that I know how much she loves blackout poetry, and I see so much of her in this simple poem. This style of poetry is the perfect example of how Natalia can find beauty and all around her. What started off as a random page in a book quickly became a reflection of her hopeless romantic spirit. Oh, and on top of her creativity with her words, she can draw too :)

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What I love about this poem from Natalia is that this is a type of poetry SHE actually taught ME. It’s called a tanka poem, which is known for its five-line, 5/7/5/7/7 syllable count form. These poems with specific syllable patterns are a challenging and impressive feat!

dance through the kitchen
at night with me on your arm
hold me close, spin me
like a black and white movie
as we listen to our song


What I love about this poem from Natalia is that it was inspired by a line from a song. Art often inspires art. We practiced that in our class together, and now it warms my heart to see Natalia doing the same thing in her own independent writing.

 

can't be afraid anymore 

"the way things have fallen
can't be afraid anymore"

she rests her hand in his
as they silently drive
and search for forever in each others’ eyes
going to a place they don’t know or can’t find

a few words, a touch, and a spark
could actions so simple truly ignite hearts?
the way she dances through the park
and the light his laughter brings to the dark

she looks at him like if he reached so high
he could touch heaven and hang the stars in the sky
a few to shine down on them in the night
to let their hearts soar and take flight

"the way things have fallen
can't be afraid anymore"

but so quickly they soar, they shatter quicker
because hearts don’t always travel together
he lied to her that they’d last forever
and she blames him and burns every letter

clinging to the past can’t bring restoration
because from yesterday’s dreams they have already woken
nothing can change the wrongs that were done
so they resolve to crush each other’s hearts before they move on

they were searching for a treasure they couldn’t find
and Time: it divides and divides and divides
but after hours and years, his heart is still seared on her mind
because for a second he hung the stars in her eyes

"the way things have fallen
can't be afraid anymore"

 
natalia bosch

A New Type of Creativity

Part of me wants to feel disappointed in myself that it is 9:58pm on Friday night and I don’t feel like I had an adequate piece of writing to publish here. However, my creative efforts have been redirected lately, and I thought I would share them here.

As so much of my teaching has become online now, I have been filming videos for my students each week in attempts to continue to teach them in a way that allows them to see my face and hear my voice. So much of my teaching philosophy is about being personable with my students, and that is a lot harder to do via email or online assignments. I wanted to try to get creative with my videos and film something that is a little more engaging than just recording a screen or some slides.

Therefore, I have traded in my podium and my whiteboard for a tripod and iMovie. So while I don’t have a lot of writing to offer this week, I do have a few videos to share instead.

Hannah Pressley Youtube

Hannah Pressley Youtube

Bunny

A short story influenced by a one word prompt

Sleep was sacred to her. And so her bedroom became a temple and her bed the altar. Each morning for Charlotte began with a quiet simple prayer, followed by another religious act of making her bed. She knew she was odd for being one of the only sixteen year olds who genuinely liked making their bed and didn’t consider it a chore on a list or a demand from a parent. She simply liked starting her day with one small successful act. The rest of the day could completely fall apart and she could at least rely on coming home to some sense of calm and order in the form of smoothed sheets and perfectly placed pillows. 

Charlotte had experienced her fair share of days that fell apart. And perhaps that is why she made her bed every morning. Perhaps a small part of her knew that something bad would happen every day for the majority of her life. She wasn’t a pessimist, just a realist. Bad things had happened in her life, things no kid should ever have to deal with at such a young age. But she also knew that there was good in every day as well. Charlotte saw the balance of both, and she knew the scales moved much like the seesaw she loved to play on during recess as a child. 

It was childhood memories like the old yellow and blue tarnished seesaw that often consumed Charlotte’s thoughts as she rode the bus to and from school. Blurry visions of the neighborhood rushing past her window made old memories rush through her head. 

On this morning’s commute to school, she noticed a plump brown and white spotted rabbit standing by the hedges of the house on the corner as the bus rolled to a stop to welcome new passengers. The rabbit sat up straight, his ears alert and listening to the hiss of the school bus doors open and shut. 

As the bus slowly rolled away, the rabbit turned and scampered back into the bushes toward the house, almost as if he had watched his human get safely on the bus for school and could return to his normal rabbit life. It was this thought that made her think of one of her favorite books as a kid, The Velveteen Rabbit. 

The first time she saw the cover of the book was Christmas morning, delicately displayed by the hearth of the fireplace as if left by Santa. As a book lover from a young age, Charlotte gravitated to the book, grabbed it, and immediately sat in her dad’s lap, handing him the book and delaying opening the rest of the Christmas gifts until they had finished storytime first. The Velveteen Rabbit quickly became a bedtime favorite, and the idea of toys coming to life sparked a new love in her heart for her stuffed animals.

Charlotte’s infatuation with this childhood classic inspired another gift that appeared a few months later in her Easter basket. A small brown and white plush rabbit sat in the middle of a white wicker basket surrounded by chocolates, and for the longest time that toy never left her side. He went on every car ride, he was part of every make believe adventure, and he fell asleep with her after storytime every night.

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She had loved that stuffed bunny more than any other stuffed animal she had, hoping that her love would bring the plush toy to life. She still had the bunny sitting on the top shelf of her closet now, more than ten years later. While the magic of Santa and stories about toys becoming real had worn off, she never could bring herself to throw away the rabbit, despite the fact that he was more worn and torn than any of her other stuffed animals. Now, he lived on the closet shelf with two kittens, one with all black fur and one all white, and a plush pup named Shadow. 

These relics of her past lived in the quiet of Charlotte’s closet because she felt as if she was too old to still keep these toys displayed on her bed. She was sixteen now. She was supposed to care more about driving and makeup than stuffed animals and books. And so she tucked those things away, never completely removing them from her life -- just removing them from the public eye. 

Charlotte’s eyes readjust to the world around her, and she is back on the bus on her way to school. She had been doing that quite often, getting lost in a daydream while her eyes glaze over in thought. Her best friends were used to this and never seemed fazed by her daydreams, but they both had their own cars they drove to school and had no need for the bus. Charlotte was one of the oldest students who still rode the bus, and she was fine with that. It would take her a lot of courage to get behind the wheel of a car after what happened to her father. As long as public transportation was offered to her, she would take it. So she got off the bus that morning knowing that her school day would end the same way it began, just moving in the different direction. 

The school day was just like any other. It was so routine that when she heard the three o’clock bell ring, she felt as if she had been on autopilot all day. She couldn’t remember what she ate for lunch, but she knew she had eaten because her stomach didn’t rumble. She couldn’t remember what homework she was assigned, but she knew she must have had a moderate amount based on the weight of her backpack as she headed toward the bus. And she knew she must have talked to Michelle and Eric that day because they smiled and waved as they all went their separate ways for the afternoon, no sense of concern or tension in their eyes. 

Charlotte shrugged off the groggy feeling as she loaded back onto the bus for the second time that day and looked on the bright side of being able to quickly mark another day of school off of the calendar. It wasn’t necessarily that she didn’t like school. She did. Charlotte loved learning, but she liked to learn on her own terms. She could reread a book that was assigned reading freshman year and get ten times more out of it on her own than when she had to dissect it for every little detail that a teacher wanted her to find. Plus, she could spend less time worrying about making good grades in classes like science and focus more on the subjects she preferred, like English and history. 

When the bus dropped her off on her street, she enjoyed the fresh air and the sunshine on the short walk from the bus stop to her house before she settled in for what she thought would be a long night of homework. She didn’t see her mom’s car in the driveway as she walked to the side door, knowing that she usually beat her mom home from work anyway. Her mom would be home in another hour or so, which gave Charlotte time to straighten up the house a bit for her mom before starting on her homework. Most of the kids at Charlotte’s school could afford for their moms to be stay-at-home moms or for their family to have a cleaning service help keep the house clean, but ever since it was just the two of them, Charlotte tried to take some of the burden of being both a homemaker and the bread-winner off of her mom by cleaning the house as much as she could when she was at work. 

This was another reason why Charlotte always liked to make her bed each morning. It made her feel as though if her mother were to look into her daughter’s bedroom and see a neatly made bed, it would make her feel like her daughter has everything together. And giving her mom that small sense of peace gave Charlotte some relief too. 

Charlotte started downstairs first, cleaning rooms in the order that she knew her mom would come in contact with them: kitchen, dining room, living room, bedroom. In the kitchen she unloaded clean dishes from the dishwasher and reloaded it with dirty dishes that filled the sink. The dining room was the easiest because it was the least used room in the house, so she just wiped the table clean of dust. She folded the blankets, fluffed the pillows, and watered the plants in the living room. And then she made her mom’s bed, ending her day the way she had started it -- with smoothed sheets and perfectly placed pillows. 

Charlotte grabbed her backpack and headed up the stairs to her own bedroom where she dropped her bag by her desk and sat on the side of her bed, leaning back and allowing herself to relax for a brief moment before opening a textbook. Just as she was closing her eyes, something caught her attention in the corner of her eye. She turned her head, and saw a new addition to her nicely made bed.

Her small plush rabbit. 

The one that normally sits atop a shelf in her closet. The one that has been there for the past five years. The one that went up on the shelf the year her father died because it reminded her too much of the book he used to read her at bedtime. 

Charlotte knew for certain she hadn’t placed it there when she made her bed this morning, and she felt confident that this wasn’t her mother’s doing either. Her mom was so busy with work right now, the memory of a stuffed bunny wouldn’t have made it to her list of things to do today. Plus, how would she have known that Charlotte thought of this rabbit on the bus ride to school this morning? Had she said something to her mom about it? A quick scroll through their text conversation revealed that to not be the case. Was she daydreaming again? Would she wake up with her face in a textbook any moment now and realize this was all a dream? 

Charlotte squeezed her eyes shut and opened them again, exaggerating a strong blink to force out any sleepiness that might be lingering on her eyelids. 

But the rabbit was still there. 

And she could have sworn she saw her rabbit grin under his little velvet nose. 

Not Even with Hundreds of Pages

Full disclosure on my life as a writer: I submitted the following essay to a magazine and it got rejected. So I thought I’d share it here instead.

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I wonder which images will end up in the textbooks one day to depict this. I wonder what students across the country -- across the globe -- will read about this event. I wonder what they will learn from all this. I wonder what this will look like as history, versus what it feels like as our current reality. 

 

History gave us the formula with which we talk about current and historical events. In 1560, Thomas Wilson, a famous English rhetorician, once wrote, “Who, what, and where, by what helpe, and by whose, Why, how and when, doe many things disclose.” It is from this that journalists have assembled their formula of who, what, where, when, why, and how. And it is by this formula that a global pandemic will become words not only on pages and in history, but also in the hearts (and minds) of those who experienced this history in the making.

 

A simple attempt to answer these questions might be this: Doctors and nurses across the globe fight the widespread virus each day to flatten the curve, slow the spread, and bring an end to the global pandemic that some argue started with an order of bad meat at a food market in China. But what will the narratives be? What will the lessons be? What will be taught here so that “history doesn’t repeat itself”?

 

WHO - Much of the who that will be documented will likely come in the form of numbers rather than names. Numbers of how many were infected. Numbers of how many died. The textbooks will not have enough pages to list the names of every doctor and nurse who treated patients despite long hours, low supplies, and at great risks for personal exposure. They will not have enough pages to list the names of every patient who died. I myself can’t list all the helpers that deserve recognition in one paragraph -- all the healthcare workers, law enforcement officers, grocery store attendants, food delivery services, nursing home staff, schools and teachers, friends and neighbors, and the list goes on. A textbook won’t be able to list them all either, not even with hundreds of pages.  

 

WHAT - The what will be defined as a global pandemic, but that pandemic is a grand puzzle with many pieces that make up a whole picture. The symptoms, the sickness, the hysteria, the social distancing, the isolation, etc. Each small piece adds to the larger image, each side of the table making the image look a little different. Each person’s experience different depending on the pieces they match together, yet each person’s experience similar as they look at the same picture. 

 

WHERE - Textbooks one day will no doubt show maps of where this all took place. Where it started and where it spread. And while maps will be able to depict the nations, our country, our states, and our cities, the maps won’t be able to tell the whole story of where this pandemic took place. The dots and numbers on these maps can’t fully reflect our hospitals, our homes, our bodies, or our lungs where this global pandemic invaded and settled. 

 

WHEN - Whenever historians talk about when, they like to focus on dates. When in a textbook will probably be diminished to the numbers 2020. But when is so much more than four digits. This all happened in the blink of an eye and on an exponential timeline. It happened during every evening news and every morning headline. It happened during senior years of high school and first days of jobs. It happened when babies were being born, and when radiation treatments were ending. It happened when life was happening. 

 

WHY - The why is perhaps the most important, and yet always the hardest question to answer. Sure, a textbook will attempt to provide a factual why for this global pandemic, but many people want more than just a scientific answer to this question. This whole situation can eventually digress into the overwhelming, deeper questions of why this type of thing happens, with hopes for a philosophical or spiritual answer that calms their hearts just as a scientific answer calms their minds. 

 

HOW - Doctors and scientists will join forces with historians here to answer the how, and their explanations one day will far exceed mine. By the way I see it, how this happened is both a terrifying and powerful thing. What started as one person’s interaction with nature turned into a large-scale lesson about our interactions with each other. How connected are we as a human race? How far does our impact reach? How can one person passing something to three people and those three people passing something on to three people become something global?

 

But with all these words as answers to the questions, there will also be photographs. Will it be the photo of people who fought over toilet paper in the middle of the aisle, showcasing the hysteria? Will it be the photo of the empty shelves of “necessities,” displaying the consumerism? Will it be the photo of the elderly man standing outside his wife’s window at a nursing home, holding up a sign to celebrate their 65th wedding anniversary, demonstrating the heartache of social distancing? Will it be the photo of healthcare staff treating patients with makeshift surgical masks, revealing the selflessness of so many in the face of pandemonium? 

 

How do we want this to be remembered? Do we want to be remembered for the way we took care of ourselves in this global pandemic, or the way we took care of others? A virus can be widespread over a whole country or the world. But so can our response. Our hard work, our generosity, our humanity can all be widespread too. If students learn anything from reading about this situation in a textbook in the future, I hope they learn about the connectivity of our humanity, both in terms of health and this shared experience. 

Feature Friday: Riley Arthur Redefines Solitude

As I’ve said before, I get to work with some incredibly talented young adults throughout my career as a teacher. And on more than one occasion, I have come across students whose talent and creativity literally leaves me speechless.

I’ve been rendered speechless on so many occasions, but the most happened during my two years of teaching creative writing to high school seniors in Kentucky. That class was such an inspirational and emotional class because we had the opportunity to really express ourselves though our words and get to know each other through sharing our writing.

So today’s post of my new “Feature Friday” series is going to feature a young man named Riley. I had Riley for three classes: English, Creative Writing, and Study Hall. Riley is one of those students any teacher would be excited to have in multiple classes. He is hardworking, contemplative, and incredibly kind. Riley’s contemplative demeanor often made him seem quiet or reserved, but once the ice was broken and you had the opportunity to converse with him away from the chaos of high school, it was easy to see his heart and to be inspired by his outlook on the world.

Today, I want to share with you a piece that Riley wrote in our creative writing class his senior year of high school. The assignment was a “definition essay” in which students redefined and expanded a word beyond the simple dictionary definition. Riley chose to redefine the word “solitude,” which I believe is a word we are all experiencing right now. Words like “isolation” or “alone” carry a negative connotation to them, but shifting the language away from those words and to a word like “solitude” can bring about a powerful mindset that Riley had already found as an eighteen year old.

I hope this piece brings you the overwhelming feeling of peace and serenity that it did for me, and I hope you can find a little bit of solitude in this season. And when you want to read more of Riley’s work (which I assure you, you will), you can visit rileyarthur.webnode.com

Photo by Ana Gabriel on Unsplash

Photo by Ana Gabriel on Unsplash

An old rock quarry lies about a mile and half from my house. It’s a place I go to quite often with friends, but not enough by myself. A few years ago, I had yet to see this place in the early hours of the morning. So one Saturday I woke up around 6:00 AM and headed over to it. I made my way past the early risers going on their walks and runs, and finally made it to the old gate that had been long since used. The “No Trespassing” sign was crooked and graffitied, I never seemed to give it any authority. I hopped it and continued up the old gravel road that led to this place.

It was quiet. I could only hear the breeze whistling past my ears. It was a perfect temperature. The sky was a dark, dark blue with a small light starting to appear on the horizon. The highway behind the tree line was quiet as well; not many people travel the early morning, weekend highway. It just made a small buzz. I made my way further down the path; past the old manmade structures and past the deer trails. I reached the bank of the water, and all I was surrounded by now were the high rocks that circle this sacred place. A cool breeze was coming off the water, and I was truly at peace. The sky had gotten lighter just in my walk further down, so I could see everything in a dim light now; just enough to see the reflection of the sky off the water. This giant mirror in front of me was perfectly still, except for the occasional light breeze that skimmed it, sending tiny waves whichever way. I was there for a while, meeting this newfound feeling of true seclusion. Just for a moment, amongst the chaos going on in my life at that time, I felt like I, for once, had all the time in the world; and not the other way around.

Solitude is defined as: the state or situation of being alone. The other definition: a lonely or uninhabited place. I love that solitude can be regarded as a literal place. It’s important that one finds this place. Just as I found the quarry. Both in their minds and physically. So it doesn’t have to be a place, it can be in your head. I utilize this sometimes in school, when I need to escape for a few moments or write something. I just put in my earbuds and leave, all while staying at my desk. Socialization is obviously important, but quite often we get too caught up in that. People often disregard how much you can focus if you just take a moment for yourself.

I have always loved in scripture how Jesus would quite often go off by himself to meditate or pray. He would spend long days of travel and long days with crowds, always with eyes on him. Some waiting for him to pull off a miracle and some waiting for him to slip up. Constantly under pressure. He participated in this practice of solitude all the way up to the night before his brutal death. I believe that if the literal Son of God routinely took time for himself, we should too.

I use solitude for thinking. I use it to create whatever it is I want to create. My best songs and my best poetry have been written in complete isolation. I let my mind wander wherever it wants to, and I love it. In our lives that move faster than the speed of light, it’s good to live in a single moment. That is my definition of solitude. Find a place, whether it’s in the world or in your mind, and just be there.
— "Solitude" by Riley Arthur

Feature Friday: A New Project

I have had an idea rolling around in my head for a while now on how I can inspire and encourage creativity in others beyond the classroom. The beauty of my role as an educator is that each and every year, I come into contact with some incredibly talented young adults who are bursting with creativity and ingenuity. But I usually only get one year with them in the classroom before they move on to a new chapter of their lives. My heart wants to help young creatives beyond just the 180 calendar school days I typically get with them.

So I have the idea to start a Feature Friday column here to showcase some of the amazing, young talent that is in the world right now. I’ve taken a couple of polls on instagram to see who would be interested in being featured, and I was thrilled at the responses. And now seems like a time more than ever that creatives need to help encourage other creatives to use this time and this season to create.

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This project also comes as a challenge to people like myself who have creative dreams that remain that, just dreams. I’ve had ideas since high school and college that I have dabbled with but never fully pursued like some of my students are whole-heartedly pursuing their dreams. Perhaps it is the rise and pervasiveness of social media that has these students feeling more bold and persistent than I was at their age, but I am encouraged to see these young adults combining their courage and creativity to be vital participants in the world around them.

If this sounds like you or someone you know, please reach out to me and I would love to add more names to my list of people to feature. For the longest time — and still to this day if I’m being honest — I wanted to be the one to start a non-profit or become a New York Times best seller. And maybe one day those things can still happen. But over the years I have come to realize that my calling is more aligned with helping other people find their callings. That I want to use my voice to help other people find and develop and share their voices.

So here we go. I can’t wait to see what seeds can be planted and grown through this project.

Come back next Friday for our first feature :)


On Living in an Global Pandemic

inspired by C.S. Lewis

I have never seen anything like this is my lifetime, but I am not naive enough to ignore that people in history have lived in fear hidden in their homes from one thing or another. While my gut reaction is to sit speechless over the global pandemic that has spread throughout our world, these words from C.S. Lewis have resonated with me. Perhaps not every word in every line is directly applicable to the situation we are in, but on some level you can replace the words “atomic bomb” with “coronavirus” and “atomic age” with the words “global pandemic” and the sentiment holds true.

In one way we think a great deal too much of the atomic bomb. ‘How are we to live in an atomic age?’ I am tempted to reply: ‘Why, as you would have lived in the sixteenth century when the plague visited London almost every year, or as you would have lived in a Viking age when raiders from Scandinavia might land and cut your throat any night; or indeed, as you are already living in an age of cancer, an age of syphilis, an age of paralysis, an age of air raids, an age of railway accidents, an age of motor accidents.’

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This is the first point to be made: and the first action to be taken is to pull ourselves together. If we are all going to be destroyed by an atomic bomb, let that bomb when it comes find us doing sensible and human things—praying, working, teaching, reading, listening to music, bathing the children, playing tennis, chatting to our friends over a pint and a game of darts—not huddled together like frightened sheep and thinking about bombs. They may break our bodies (a microbe can do that) but they need not dominate our minds.
— “On Living in an Atomic Age” (1948) in Present Concerns: Journalistic Essays
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Photo by Tonik on Unsplash

What is encouraging to me is that Lewis’ words were written in 1948 and that the world was able to move on from this crisis. Yes, life before and after the crisis may have looked a little bit different, but I truly hope that we all are changed after this. I hope we are more grateful for social interactions. I hope we are more sensitive to the human touch. I hope we appreciate those whose jobs took them to the front lines. I hope we view “boredom” as a spark for creativity. I hope we become more selfless with our resources. I hope we see learning opportunities in everything around us. I hope we value our health and everyone who works to keep us healthy. I hope we cherish people with a love and respect that recognizes that we are all going through this situation together.

THAT is how we go on living in a global pandemic. A global pandemic has the opportunity to turn us towards fear and anger, but let us instead respond to those around us who are going through this with us with love and respect.

Sincerely,

Hannah


January 1, 2020

Dear 2020,

I’ve had goals of writing for a long time now, but I’m a perfectionist. And my perfectionism is oftentimes paralyzing. So here I am. Trying again. New year, blank slate. Right?

Also, the irony is not lost on me that I am posting this on January 4th. More the reason for me to just hurry up and post this so that I can start off the year with a perfectly ironic imperfection.

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To be honest, I spent a lot of time these past few days thinking about the year behind and the year ahead in a somewhat pensive and cautious way. I’ve seen so many people post their years or their decades in review where they highlight all the good things that have happened, making me feel somewhat guilty for the fact that when I look back I see both the ups and the downs. Because of this, I’ve been a little cautious to get excited about 2020, but I want that to change.

I don’t think I’m wrong to reflect on both the ups and the downs of life, but I want to do so in a way that is productive rather than unpleasant. I want to learn from my mistakes and from uncomfortable situations. I want to grow through hardships instead of shutdown or lose a part of myself. I want to be realistic when I look at life, but I don’t want to lose sight of the ability to dream.

I’ve had a lot of ideas running around through my mind these past few months, and the only thing I know to do with them is write about them and share them with others — which is what I want to do here. It may not be interesting or it may be riddled with typos. But I’m going to use this platform to push past my perfectionist tendencies and do what I feel like I’m supposed to do, which is use words to share stories and encourage others. I hope some people will join me on this journey and will gain something from these words and stories.

Happy New Year, everyone,

Sincerely,

Hannah