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    bittersweet goodbyes

    Last week I closed out the school year a little differently, with a heavier heart. This was my last year teaching in this state, and I’m happy to have ended it with middle schoolers.  They are hilarious. They’ve helped me love and remember my inner teen.  I love a questioning, sarcastic individual.  And middle schools have ‘em in spades. 

    As you may be used to hearing by now, my exit is due to the unsustainable exhaustion that teaching can have on people, especially when you have kids.  I don’t know how teachers with kids do this for so long; they are heroes and deserve the utmost respect.  Please remember this.  Or sub for a few days and see it for yourselves.  Maybe more people will see what those of us leaving do.  We are in a critical moment in education. The state of it affects each of us, whether you have children or not.  

    There are changes that need to be made in education and we scream them from the rooftops to no avail so my conclusion finally, is what I’ve always feared: the flaws, the discrepancies… are ignored at least and intentional at worst.  Are we collectively lacking the bravery and creative understanding to change it? What does it say about our country that areas within it make education a struggle and not a joy?

    I have put so much into this career, and I hold so much love for the schools I’ve been a part of.  At this point, by and large the system must be undeniably aware that it allows the exploitation of our time, our energy, and our care; simultaneously not deferring to us as professional experts.  It’s like any other systemic issue in that way; it keeps plodding along as it is, not asking the people it needs to ask, the important questions; not following through with meaningful change – or doing it incredibly slowly.  

    We have bigger issues to solve than their test scores. This excessive pouring over scores. The kids are human.  The all-too-often unreliable, irrelevant numbers on a sheet do not come close to reflecting the most key information.  I don’t look at myself through a numerical lens and I suppose it’s not how I want to spend time looking at others.  There are more personal needs to focus on.  There are things a school cannot fix.  There are things that need to start in the home. Respect starts at home. An appreciation for learning starts at home.  There are people in those homes who need help.  This is a society problem.  

    I hope we vote for leaders who are concerned about the state of it.  I hope teachers and parents figure it out together as humans, with human needs, not as mouthpieces for their political parties.  That’s the only way forward.  Although I’ve had the occasional difficult parent, I’m so done with the tired narrative that parents and teachers are against each other.  It’s harmful, and we’re actually not when it comes down to it.  

    And what of the kids?  I’ve learned this: the kids just want adults to see them, they want adults to care.  And they’d be more invested in school if it was constructed with them in mind. 

    I will miss them.  I will miss my coworkers who get it and who are there for all the beautiful reasons.  

    A bittersweet goodbye ✌🏻

  • A Kids book about school: available now!

    A Kids book about school: available now!

    Being a teacher for 12 years has provided me with the opportunity to have many meaningful discussions with kids. One of the topics we’ve discussed from time to time, is school itself. Even my middle schoolers have inspired the questions in this book, which goes to show, kids are never too old to ask valid questions about why they’re doing something.

    I have a soft spot in my heart for having discussions with kids. I want to know what they’re wondering, how they’re feeling. I don’t think it’s a secret that kids don’t always enjoy school; that they know things could be better about it. That they feel like failures at times; that they want to know why it matters. If we open the door to this conversation, I imagine the conversations between parents, teachers, and students could not only move our schools in a more positive direction, but could help us heal our own wounds from it, and gain clarity about how we can maintain a better perspective, and more positive attitude about it.

    My hope is that this book is read far and wide, to start and continue the conversation about school. I hope that parents can use this to make the conversations easier. I hope children can feel more comfortable to talk about school and how they feel about it. I hope teachers use it to greet the elephants in the room and connect about why students are there.

    I hope you enjoy the book!

    Sincerely,

    Rachel Burger

    A Kids Book About School – also available at Barnes & Noble and Bookshop

  • Hi, this is Social Media, can I take your order?

    Hi, this is Social Media, can I take your order?
    
    What’ll it be today?
    
    Synthetic Happiness?...$8.99
    
    	 option to add: highlight reel…$0.30
    
    
    Loaded and Double-layered Captions?...$5.99
    
    	 option to add: cryptic…$0.30
    
    
    Lack of Substance Bio?...$5.99
    	  option to add: quirky…$0.30
    
    
    Colosseum Comment Section Battle Seats?...$7.99
    
    
    entertainment has never been easier. 
    
    Smoke & Mirrors Beauty?...$9.99
    
    	 option to add: filters…$0.30
    
    
    Honestly, what is “real” anyway if it makes you feel something?
    
    …too many Calories?
    Here’s our diet options:  
    15 Minutes…take off $0.70
    30 Minutes…take off $0.50
    simply ignore when you really need a fix ; )
    
    Before you attend (and all are welcome) please consider our atmosphere: 
    •	Open concept or private room – depending on your preference
    
    •	Black Tie – reminder: we cannot be held responsible for any ridicule you experience if dressed otherwise. 
    •	Determine before attending: to be or not to be…seen.  That is the question.
    •	Expected behavior: well, we’re not sure.  It seems we’re in the midst of recreating the menu…
    
    •	Please remember we are always experimenting with various spices which may or may not be offensive to you, just let your waiter know, but we are proud of our commitment to keeping the classics.  Which reminds us (and yes you must choose) …
    
    Conservative or Liberal Sauce?...$0.30
    
    
    -Rachel Burger
  • Banana Bread

    Banana Bread

    I hardly recall our drives home.  Except for the one where I was griping about your classical music.  

    I was always one for lyrics. 

    Stepping into your home was like walking into a shrine for all things southwest. 

    Kokopellies and roadrunners and pictures of sunset covered mountains.  Magnets of quails and a birdbath in teal.  The heat didn’t seem to sway your love for all things desert.  I used to play outside near that birdbath, alone.  Thinking about the trees and how pretty the Weeping Willow was.  How it resembled hair falling to the floor.  I’d observe praying mantis’ for what seemed like hours wondering how something so unique and strange could exist.  I was fascinated by the murderous females.  Every room was ripe with stereotypical western decor and early recognitions of loneliness.  

    The guest room had two single, teal comforter beds.  Only one used, by me.  The bookshelf filled with books you’d read, with me.  I get my choice every time.  The bathtub where I’d take a bath alone, cleaning my hair with swimmer’s shampoo.  The smell still lingers in the recesses of my brain.  The living room where we read, the two of us.  On the cold, no-good-for-a-nap couch that looked like it had mountains on it.  The floor in front of the tv.   Even the tv stand looked like it was made to mimic the mountains in its structure.  I picked the shows with your approval, I played with my nearly hundreds of Barbies.  Never having to wonder if I’d have to share my favorites.  We’d make banana bread in the kitchen.  I quietly spooned around the mixture with one stirrer.  What a revelation when you learn your reality is not another’s.  When you learn your experience of loneliness has its own life and taste.  And banana bread tastes like peace and quiet by a sunny window.  What a paradox to be with someone who is doing everything to be with you, yet you still feel the sting of being alone.  

  • Soft Landing

    Soft Landing
    Soft and cozy landing
    An innocent’s sweet abandon
    Dreaming on my chest
    Hands resting on my neck
    Nothing like youth’s rest
    
    How does one so little
    Know how to hug so well?
    The heaviness is lovely
    I’d bottle up your smell
    Feel your soft dips up and down
    Inhale, exhale
    
    The world outside these walls is swirling
    But right now all is well
    
    I wish I could replay this scene
    for all my years
    When someday I’m remembering 
    With haunting, grateful tears
    
    If I squeeze you longer 
    Can I hold it?
    Or re-inhabit my body later,
    in this moment?
    Whenever I please.
    
    Always here
    Should you need a soft landing of peace
    
    
    dedicated to my babies 🙂 
    -Rachel Burger
  • What am i…

    What am i…
    What am i /but the lines in the palms of my hands - perhaps hints to
    the pathways of my life
    
    What am i / but the moles and freckles making up my outer layer / stars and constellations /
    I, a universe in my own right 
    
    What am i / but the lines cutting deeper into my skin each year / like the annual rings of a tree / I too am a many layered thing / evidence of my time showing itself through crevices forming in my glabellar area / all that time spent, pensive / you can read me like the core of the tree if you’re paying attention 
    
    What am I / but the scar near my elbow that still feels textured and bumpy / the memory of falling on my bike carved onto my skin forever 
    
    What am I / but the background hum of all the noise between my ears / the world between my ears / all the intricacies in the makeup of my hemispheres / 
    
    What am I / but the culmination / the chemistry combined / of all the other universes I’ve known and touched / all the palms I’ve graced / all the uncanny resemblances of Helix-nebulas I’ve stared into with my own / trying to know / see into their system 
    
    What am I / but the twice made scar in my abdomen / two universes brought to life / by love and chemistry / and everything that is all at once
    scientific and magical 
    
    What am I / but the history of my sisters / the blood sweat and tears of journeys before me / the ceiling breaks and the prayer for sunbeams from lives who 
    wanted more for those who come after them 
    
    What am I / but an evolution of time 
    And life 
    And love 
    And a universe 
    In my own right
    
    -Rachel Burger
    
  • Education

    Education
    increase the classes
    one size fits all
    for the masses
    slowly we fix
    slow as molasses
    bulging classrooms
    requests unheard?
    awaiting resources
    the good word
    
    dreams of true education taken
    curious children forsaken
    hope questioned
    effort drought
    who can blame them, 
    argue with their doubt
    and we
    who know more 
    than most know about
    
    leaders burned out 
    deeply devoted
    despite the passion
    rif, by numbers; demoted
    pushed to the brim
    stretched too thin
    all the roadblocks
    tower over the wins
    
    more responsibilities, more tests
    yes, perhaps little resource
    but, do better than your best
    as your needs are ignored
    what’s one more request?
    yes, you’re the professionals
    but you don’t know best
    please don’t leave, 
    but things won’t change
    the community thinks poorly?  
    well, that’s strange
    
    the obstacles
    so much to fight
    dream of transformation
    
    because all                   isn’t right
    
    with each nonsensical decision
    our hearts sink lower, 
    chests remain tight
    feelings of hopelessness
    worry through the night
    not the decision-maker’s problem
    out of mind                    when out of sight
    our perspectives ignored
    must be oversight
    not enough weaponry with which to fight
    
    
    
    oldie, but feeling really relevant.  
    love to you.  
    ~Rachel
  • What Hope Tastes Like

    What Hope Tastes Like
    prompt from: @whenthebeestings on Instagram
    
    
    tea in morning light
    
    fresh food in the breeze
    
    the risen bread after a collapsed loaf
    
    sunsets’ shutting eye on seas
    
    
    water after a 
    
    long parched rest
    
    home base knowing eyes
    
    that know you best
    
    
    the first meal
    
    when illness has retreated
    
    a firm cradling hug
    
    when all other comforts 
    
    have been depleted
    
    
    ~rachel burger
  • Chest of Drawers is live!

    My first book is live! I am so excited to announce this news. It has taken me over a year, countless hours, trial and error, multiple edits and learning new platforms and skills. I am closing a chapter of my life in releasing this book that truly is a piece of my young heart. It felt like collaborating with my younger self to achieve something she would have adored. The illustrator is Diana Romanenko and I cannot wait for you to see the pieces she created from my sloppy sketches. This is a book of reckoning with your own truths and coming of age. I hope you enjoy the journey. To purchase your own copy, find the section titled “books” in the menu on this site.

    Below is a sneak peak image from the book, and is one of my favorites. It belongs to the section titled “Time and Sentiment”

    ~Rachel Burger

  • I’ve Lived Lives in my Dreams

    I’ve Lived Lives in my Dreams
    I’ve lived lives in my dreams
    
    Not confined by realities
    The adventure leaving me beguiled
    That picked up where I left on and
    Kept going for miles
    Haunting me with possibilities
    Cause I’m always wondering about these
    Pathways I’ve abandoned
    Erased them like chalk lines
    Where I stopped and turned at a curve
    Drew new borders I’ve defined
    
    It haunts me
    Is it haunting for you?
    All the things we didn’t do?
    
    I’ve known them longer
    Seen the chaos of keeping on this path
    Traveled through stranger’s stories
    Danger and wrath
    Fell through glistening stars
    Bent reality through
    Life
    Memory
    And fantasy
    Owning all that’s ours
    Flipped through channels of time and place
    My dreams are a time machine
    I, the master of time and space
    Shifting 
    Like change was nothing
    And I hold it in my palms
    
    I conjure similarities 
    When my eyes open
    But the mystical becomes lost on me
    I look forward to closing my eyes
    Shaking up realities
    Parting still water seas