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Teaching Jest

@teachingjest.bsky.social

Future English and Drama Teacher. Passionately Anti-AI and interested in researching and exploring pedagogical possibilities to protect student's creative and critical thinking capabilities.

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Teaching Jest @teachingjest.bsky.social · 21/03/2026

Making a conscious effort to avoid pulling out my computer in uni classes unless required to view something and writing notes and doing planning/brainstorming by hand has drastically improved the creative breadth and depth of my thinking. I hope to share the value of this with students one day.

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Chanea Bond @heymrsbond.com · 10/02/2026

As a literature educator, for me, poetry begins and ends with Audre Lorde. Every student I have has read “Poetry is not a Luxury.” “Litany for Survival” is the poem that reminds us Who and Whose we are, because we were never meant to survive. 28 poems for #blackhistorymonth day 9

A Litany for Survival by Audre Lorde
For those of us who live at the shoreline standing upon the constant edges of decision crucial and alone
for those of us who cannot indulge the passing dreams of choice
who love in doorways coming and going in the hours between dawns looking inward and outward at once before and after seeking a now that can breed futures
like bread in our children's mouths so their dreams will not reflect the death of ours:
For those of us who were imprinted with fear
like a faint line in the center of our foreheads learning to be afraid with our mother's milk for by this weapon
this illusion of some safety to be found the heavy-footed hoped to silence us
For all of us this instant and this triumph
We were never meant to survive.
And when the sun rises we are afraid it might not remain
when the sun sets we are afraid it might not rise in the morning when our stomachs are full we are afraid of indigestion
when our stomachs are empty we are afraid we may never eat again
when we are loved we are afraid love will vanish
when we are alone we are afraid love will never return
and when we speak we are afraid our words will not be heard nor welcomed
but when we are silent we are still afraid
So it is better to speak remembering
we were never meant to survive.

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