Jaime Carlos VacaWhat’s in a shirt?Somewhere in an unimportant literature class shoes and shoelaces were discussed as symbols. I understood that a character that focuses on…May 18May 18
Jaime Carlos VacaOn Love (thoughts from a trip to St Louis)She left the blinds of the room open. Always searching for something soothing outside.Mar 31Mar 31
Jaime Carlos VacaA Letter To My Former BossesA former teacher comes to understand his frustration with an educational system bent on compliance.Mar 22Mar 22
Jaime Carlos VacaCanta y no llores…That night, after eating tacos, the six of them piled into a white van. Though that sounds stereotypically scary, in this instance it was…Mar 9Mar 9
Jaime Carlos VacaBlurryI never really drank. It never seemed like something fun to me. I never really found dizziness to be the desired state of mind. Nor am I…Oct 26, 2023Oct 26, 2023
Jaime Carlos VacaThe Greatest LessonThe greatest lesson I ever learned (up until now) did not happen at school.Sep 21, 2023Sep 21, 2023
Jaime Carlos VacaThere’s a Thief Among Us…Teachers are territorial creatures. Invariably labels are placed on everything imaginable. Chairs, pencils, staplers, ideas, books…Sep 15, 2023Sep 15, 2023
Jaime Carlos VacaDay OneYesterday, I cried. I cried while driving home. Got home and cried alone again in the garage. It felt terrible and I don’t know why it was…Aug 16, 2023Aug 16, 2023