I am going back to school for my administrative degree.
In my 25 years of teaching I have worked with many administrators. Some have been great, others horrible, and the most somewhere in between. I believe students, especially now, need leadership. Fair, unbiased, and compassionate principals.
I want to give this a try. I want to work in a district that wants and needs someone like me. I want to work with the staff who is passionate about the children and their content area. I want to be in a district that mirrors society. Diverse groups of people from all ethnic backgrounds, cultures, religion, and walks of life.
The first step was making the decision, now I must put in the work. I will be busy, you might not hear from me much in the fall, but know I am still here. I will stop by to share stories, updates on my social life (lol), and of course fabulous wedding inspiration posts under the #WeddingWednesday section.
Abrazos,
Monica
Welcome to my world. Here you will find stories that will make you laugh, think, cry, and maybe not even believe. I'll share my love of technology, social media, Latino issues, relationship ups and downs, and my journey to good health.
Wednesday, July 17, 2019
Thursday, July 11, 2019
15 - Quince
You would have 15 years old today. Probably waking up and getting ready for football practice at the high school. I imagine you being tough and playing dirty, but planning everything out like me.
I would insist on putting energy bars in your bag, plus two water bottles. You are a growing young man. You would be tall y muy guapo.
Your sister would text you Happy Birthday from Chicago. You would reply back with a funny picture. Both of you are funny.
I would be making a list of your favorite foods to buy at the grocery store. Today (and always) you would eat like a king. My baby boy.
I love you. I miss you. I know you are watching us from Heaven. One day I will hug you and tell you how much you mean to me in person.
Take care.
Mom
I would insist on putting energy bars in your bag, plus two water bottles. You are a growing young man. You would be tall y muy guapo.
Your sister would text you Happy Birthday from Chicago. You would reply back with a funny picture. Both of you are funny.
I would be making a list of your favorite foods to buy at the grocery store. Today (and always) you would eat like a king. My baby boy.
I love you. I miss you. I know you are watching us from Heaven. One day I will hug you and tell you how much you mean to me in person.
Take care.
Mom
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