How Can Anyone Plan For The Future?

In This Presidency?

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This blog started as an assignment from the book, The Twentysomething Treatment: A Revolutionary Remedy for an Uncertain Age, to write a letter to my future self.

This isn’t that annoying viral I-had-coffee-with-my-younger-self trend.

I’m supposed to imagine myself in 10 years. What if everything I’m worried about just worked out? What if I got the job? What if I met the man? Had the children? That stuff.

No offense, but I’m biting my tongue to avoid screaming out expletives I’m not allowed to say anymore because I’m a public school teacher.

I encourage my students to find alternative ways to express themselves, so respectfully, I call bully shipment.

How is anyone supposed to plan their future in a political landscape that changes so rapidly?

What The Frogs

I mean, Donald Trump got re-elected and signed an executive order to dismantle the Department of Education.

I currently teach at a school that receives Title 1 Funding. My grad school plans involve scholarships and fellowships, a combination of Department of Education Grants and NIH-funded fellowships.