I applied to be a writing mentor to a teenager at Absynthe Muse the other day and I was accepted. I'm hoping to work with an incarcerated teen but I don't know when I start yet.
And I'm kind of excited about this. I really like to teach and I really love teenagers. So, I'll have to keep you informed.
I'm back from Eastern Washington. I had a great time with my 20-year-old. She is such a kick. Great sense of humor, goofy as hell, full of energy, and definitely lacking in the vocabulary department.
When she was about 17, she came to me one day to talk. "Mom," she said, "I'm having a problem. I'm really stressed with school and leadership and all."
So, I said, "Back off a little. Maybe you took on too much."
"Yeah, you're probably right," she answers. "I really am an overexceeder."
I start laughing. "It's not overexceeder, kiddo. It's overachiever."
She looks at me kind of dumbfounded. "Same thing," she says. "Then she kind of smiles. "And," she says, "no wonder I'm so worn out. I even make up words."
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