Queen Browser.

Rickita is 27 going on 18-45. She loves movies and dinners. She loves music. She loves HGTV. She loves to nap. She loves being alone. She loves the company of children and their genuine enthusiasm and sense of discovery. She loves having no clue. She loves text messaging. She loves fashion (she's secretly addicted to it). She loves day dreaming. She loves to read anything about African/African American people and their struggles/triumphs. She's learning to heal. The only science fiction she reads is by Octavia Butler. She wants to say that she cusses like a sailor, can't sit and eat at a table properly, is a talented burper. But in interest of her current employers finding this blog, she'll stick with....she loves education.

She's a teacher.

 And she thinks that if you don't read "Medical Apartheid", you're not living.

And if you don't finish Native Son, you're a loser. Kidding, because I haven't finished it yet...but I will some time next week. The point is, just read it.
Wed Nov 5
I’m sure in the blog world everyone is posting what this election means to them. Most are chanting “change”, while others are certain that racism has some how escaped the American consciousness. I feel proud to be American. Like seriously, so proud. Not only do we have a great President, but he is also African-American. It feels so amazing. So freaking great. I’m speechless, and I’m not quite sure if I’ve been able to truly process what this means to me. I do know; however, that I woke up this morning wanting to be a better teacher, sister, daughter and friend. Barack has inspired me. I am not looking for Barack to save me from my woes; no man should have that much power. But what he has done is moved me in a way that no political figure has ever done. I haven’t felt this emotional over someone I’ve never met since Octavia Butler. Nah this post isn’t profound, but I tell you it felt so incredibly surreal to see my students with Obama pins shouting in the hallways “Happy Black President Day”! And even though I want to shout at the top of my lungs that I need more support, I need to get paid more, we need after school tutoring, administration in my school is a complete mess…I smiled and thought that my students need the best Ms. Perry they can get. I can just go home and crash later. Or vent to the other teachers at the water cooler. Yay for Obama!

I’m sure in the blog world everyone is posting what this election means to them. Most are chanting “change”, while others are certain that racism has some how escaped the American consciousness.

I feel proud to be American. Like seriously, so proud. Not only do we have a great President, but he is also African-American. It feels so amazing. So freaking great.

I’m speechless, and I’m not quite sure if I’ve been able to truly process what this means to me. I do know; however, that I woke up this morning wanting to be a better teacher, sister, daughter and friend. Barack has inspired me.

I am not looking for Barack to save me from my woes; no man should have that much power. But what he has done is moved me in a way that no political figure has ever done. I haven’t felt this emotional over someone I’ve never met since Octavia Butler.

Nah this post isn’t profound, but I tell you it felt so incredibly surreal to see my students with Obama pins shouting in the hallways “Happy Black President Day”! And even though I want to shout at the top of my lungs that I need more support, I need to get paid more, we need after school tutoring, administration in my school is a complete mess…I smiled and thought that my students need the best Ms. Perry they can get.

I can just go home and crash later. Or vent to the other teachers at the water cooler.

Yay for Obama!