On April 19, I will celebrate my 14-year diaversary. Not many people know what a diaversary is—it’s a “diabetic anniversary”—since only about nine percent of Americans have diabetes. I am one of those people.
Summer is a magical time. The weather is warm, the sun is shining, the afternoon thunderstorms give you the perfect excuse to take a nap. When you think of summer, you think of beach vacations, drinks with little umbrellas, sunshine, and sunscreen. But sometimes those epic vacations complete with tiny umbrellas and long walks on the beach just aren’t in the cards. Whether you’re trying to save money, lack transportation, or just can’t take time off of work, here are some “staycation” and summer activity ideas that are just as good as that fancy vacation.
I confiscated my first vape today. I took it as a win since I've been teaching at this particular school for one month and two weeks. That's a long time to go without a vape spotting in an inner city high school. Most students are smart enough to only vape in the bathrooms, in their cars, or outside. Only the boldest of the bold whip the vape out in the classroom. Or maybe just the students who lack common sense.
There was an ache in her chest, somewhere around where her heart used to be. And not the dull kind of ache you get when you fuck up and know you fucked up. Not the kind of ache you get when you have a presentation and didn’t prepare as well as you should have. It was more of a pounding ache. A horrible, joy crushing, monster of an ache. Like a heart attack. Logically she knew it would go away with time. Or at least that's what she’d heard. She didn’t really believe it at that point.