My bike struggled at first. The chain was on its last legs from its years being chained outside my apartment in the city.
Once upon a time, I was a teacher with a 10-year plan that would make any grandparent proud. I was so convinced that this was the path I needed to be on that I started figuring out graduate schools before I had even finished student teaching.
And now I run because that’s the Boston thing to do. We’re a city with a history of not backing down. We’ll show you tough.
Stop it with the snide remarks. Teaching is not babysitting.
There’s something new and fresh and giddiness-inducing about creating a new website profile or blog. It’s a new name, with a new layout, and potentially a brand new start.
I’ve been trying to get back into the healthy-food-for-fuel attitude, but it’s difficult when quinoa takes 15 minutes to cook and the bag of potato chips is right there.
16. Eat like you give a damn.
A year ago, my best friend’s longtime friend was fooling around on one of Boston’s islands.
“I have nothing to write about.”
I’ll forever remember when I realized I wanted to be a teacher. I was going on a study abroad trip with a group from my university. Part of the trip involved community service. You could volunteer at the city hall, or a nonprofit organization, or a primary school.