Once upon a midnight dreary
I’m starting an educational blog!
This is going to be so exciting! (I just hope people are interested)
Expect nothing less than awesome, and by that I mean: lesson plans, activities, new codes and laws, book suggestions, photos of the projects my class makes, pictures of how retro and cute my outfits can be, rants of my day, question and answer sections, and just an all around honest blog of a new teacher.
I hope my excitement, passion, enthusiasm, and intelligence can be felt through this upcoming blog…..get ready!
Only problem….I need to think of a fun name! 
Give me suggestions!

I’m starting an educational blog!

This is going to be so exciting! (I just hope people are interested)

Expect nothing less than awesome, and by that I mean: lesson plans, activities, new codes and laws, book suggestions, photos of the projects my class makes, pictures of how retro and cute my outfits can be, rants of my day, question and answer sections, and just an all around honest blog of a new teacher.

I hope my excitement, passion, enthusiasm, and intelligence can be felt through this upcoming blog…..get ready!

Only problem….I need to think of a fun name!

Give me suggestions!

My school takes field day seriously, and my home room and I are in it to win it!!

So I had my good friend, Michael make this design for their shirts!!

Get ready, Ms. McCool’s Monsters are coming for you! 
How awesome do these look?!

My school takes field day seriously, and my home room and I are in it to win it!!

So I had my good friend, Michael make this design for their shirts!!

Get ready, Ms. McCool’s Monsters are coming for you!
How awesome do these look?!

Got some new dresses! 
Boom.

Got some new dresses!
Boom.

My boy bought me a new purse for being such a good little teacher!

My boy bought me a new purse for being such a good little teacher!

Starving for Beauty

I see these women with
bones piercing their skin
the outline of their ribs,
the coils of ivory protruding
through the back of
a dress. The collar,
cheeks, and hips
all lacking flesh and
color, the pink tones
intended for a woman.


And this is what I’m
told is “beautiful?
I flip the pages of my
magazines, turn
channels on television
to see these women
withering away all
in the name of beauty.
So what does that
make me? Ugly?


Not at all.
I love my frame,
fragile with curves in
all the right places.
I embrace my body,
I eat when I want to
and I enjoy being unique.
Women weren’t meant
to starve and disappear.


Being happy, being yourself,
being different, now
that is beautiful.