An Open Letter from a Drama Queen

Apparently, I'm dramatic. And I'm done apologizing about it.

Dear, well, fellow humans,

Yesterday afternoon, I spent over an hour ranting and raving on the phone to my mother about all the things in the world that have me torn into tiny pieces right now. My middle grade students aren’t reading at grade level and their parents don’t seem to care. My college-level students have the audacity to ask me why I can’t off…