The Grammar Police
Stories (3/0)
"Oh It'll Be Okay, You're a Girl, It's Suppose to Be Like This."
I curled up in the middle of the living room floor at 16 years old and clutched my legs to my chest in pain that felt like the Evil Queen Regina grabbed my uterus and squeezed it into dust. Actually, that might have hurt less than what I really felt. I remember my eldest little brother was worried trying to find my mom while my youngest was worried trying to make sure I was okay. I passed out shortly after that and woke up to my mom trying to get me into a wheelchair at the urgent care down the road. We sat in there for two-and-a-half hours before final being taken to a waiting room for another hour. When the nurse and doctor finally arrived and took my blood, even though it took three people and six tries before someone succeeded, they found nothing wrong. The recommended that because my pain was coming from my lower abdominal area that I seek advice from my gynecologist.
By The Grammar Police6 years ago in Viva
How Do I Tell You...
How do I tell you, that after just a few weeks, it's you? How do I tell you that I can feel your smile even though it's not present? That with every heart break you have suffered, every heart break I have suffered, knowing I can do better by you, for you. This fear, like there is no oxygen, suffocates me.
By The Grammar Police6 years ago in Poets
A Teacher's Helping Hand
I totally decided to be a teacher for the money... said no teacher ever! During my years at Campbell University my passion to teach became an addiction. Being a teacher or working in the school system in general was something I just had to do but I was, and still am, a horrible test taker. The rule on license passing for North Carolina changed during my senior year and while I thought that because I passed the Praxis that I could still proceed to be licensed, I was still expected to pass the brand new Massachusetts adopted Pearson license exam. Due to my awful test taking anxiety I was unable to pass two of the three exams no matter how long I studied, no matter how many days I studied for, or how many times I took it in the two years (the last year of being a college student and my first year teaching—five times, five fails). I received a fifth grade teaching position by the grace of God because someone saw my potential and my passion, but I had to accept substitute pay until I passed my exams.
By The Grammar Police6 years ago in Education