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My Best Friend’s
When I try to speak those words
Me, my mind, my soul, and my body
Freezes up
Scared feelings and thoughts
Have to grab my pen and notebook
Write it out!
When I want to look in the
Mirror and face myself
There is a pause, frightened
What is there?
Scared to move, speak out
Have to grab my pen and notebook
Write it out!
Sometimes only way to
Get my feelings out
My best friend’s
Pen and Notebook
Who I’m never afraid
To speak to
My best friend’s
Knows the real me
Updated on a daily
Write it out!
Tonight, giving a shoutout
To the two who have been there for me the most
My best friend’s
Pen and Notebook
I shall
Write on!
-My Best Friend’s-
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A true friend is not the one who is always by your side — but the one who, no matter the distance or the silence, still shows up when it matters the most.
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Everyone dumps Charisma. That's the mistake. Charm is what separates the RPG from the wargame — and a few wargames know it better than you'd think. Charmed, I'm sure.
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Review: Fritz: A Mushroom Story by Kelsey Garrity-Riley
Garrity-Riley, Kelsey. (2026). Fritz: A Mushroom Story. Tundra. When I first picked this book up from the bookdrop I thought, eh...it's kinda cute. Probably not groundbreaking. I WAS WRONG. Fritz and I are kindred spirits my friend. Let me tell you about it. This is my buddy, Fritz. He is a chanterelle mushroom. Personally, I think that mushrooms are really cool. He likes rose hip ice cream, chestnut soup, crafting with his mom and reading mysteries with his dad in a cozy chair. He is […]
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More play date—but wait! Did the golden retriever get into my cloning machine??
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Bestfriend / 多趣味な豆腐@塗り絵大会 / September 8, 2025
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The Weird Grief of Someone Not Actually Leaving
Saturday 4 July 2026
On Monday morning next term, there’ll be an empty chair beside mine. Not literally empty forever. Just empty enough that, for a split second, I’ll turn to say something before remembering she’s not there. It’ll probably happen dozens of times. I’ll hear a child say something hilarious and instinctively look to find her. I’ll solve a problem and want to bounce an idea off someone. I’ll catch myself waiting for one of those sideways glances that somehow managed to say, Can you believe this? without either of us speaking a word. But the chair will be empty, and the room will feel just a little quieter.
Nobody tells you that one of the hardest goodbyes you’ll ever say isn’t really a goodbye at all. Nobody’s moving interstate. Nobody’s died. Nobody’s had a blazing argument that ends with someone dramatically slamming a door while violins swell in the background. One of my best friends has simply accepted a teaching position at another school for a term with the potential to lead into another more permanent opportunity. It’s closer to home. It’s better for her family. It gives her opportunities she deserves and I couldn’t be happier.
Which is incredibly inconvenient because I’ve also spent a good portion of the week trying not to cry into my tea, V, or Coke. Human emotions are ridiculous sometimes.
I think part of the problem is that people who don’t work in schools don’t quite understand how much of your life happens inside those walls. Teaching isn’t a job you clock in and out of. It’s organised chaos, controlled fires, tiny triumphs, unexpected heartbreak and laughing so hard in the staffroom that you wonder how you managed to keep a straight face in front of twenty-eight children five minutes earlier.
Some people become colleagues. Some become friends. Then, every now and then, you find your person. Mine is…well, out of respect for her privacy, let’s call her…De. Some people spend an entire career hoping they’ll find a colleague like that. I got five years beside one.
If you’re lucky enough to know someone like her, you’ll understand exactly what I mean. She’s the sort of teacher children remember twenty years later. The sort of leader who never needs to remind anyone she’s a leader. The sort of human who walks into a room and somehow makes everyone else a little calmer without ever trying.
There is no performance with De. What you see is exactly who she is. She doesn’t lead by being the loudest voice in the room. She leads by noticing, listening, asking thoughtful questions and making everyone around her feel like they’re capable of more than they realised.
One of my favourite things about De is the way her mind works – it’s an undiagnosed gorilla brain. It’s like watching someone with fifty-nine browser tabs open at once and having absolutely no idea which one is about to spring to life. She’ll start telling you a story, disappear down seventeen completely unrelated side quests involving a holiday from three years ago, a podcast she listened to, something one of her kids said over breakfast and an entirely different train of thought, before somehow circling back to the original point as though she’d never left it. It’s gloriously chaotic and, somehow, it always makes perfect sense in the end. I’ve lost count of the times I’ve laughed because I’d completely forgotten where we started, only for her to land the plane with absolute precision fifteen minutes later. Spending five years in the same classroom with someone whose brain works like that has been one of life’s unexpected privileges. Yes, I said privileges and I mean it.
She’s ridiculously clever (happy birthday), annoyingly competent (happy birthday) and endlessly generous (again, happy birthday). She notices things other people miss. She asks questions that make you think differently. She’ll back you when things get hard and quietly celebrate you when things go well.
I’ve learned as much from watching her as I have from working beside her. Some of those lessons were about teaching. Many were simply about being human. She also calls me names that would probably make this blog unpublishable. In fact, she’s responsible for one of my favourites.
After a spectacularly ungraceful incident involving me, a personal flotation device and the bus ride back to camp from the kayaking session, she looked at me and, without missing a beat, declared that I resembled a T-Rex. The nickname stuck. These days I’m not entirely sure if more people know me as Danielle or T-Rex. Naturally, I retaliated with equally appalling nicknames of my own along the way. It’s a very healthy friendship. If we’re not insulting one another, watch out, something’s gone awry and we’re no longer friends.
For the past five years, we’ve shared a classroom, shared leadership, shared ideas and, more importantly, shared the kind of daily nonsense that becomes the glue holding difficult weeks together. We’ve solved behaviour issues while inhaling lunch in under seven minutes. We’ve celebrated the students who finally got it. We’ve survived reports, reviews, meetings that should’ve been emails and emails that should never have existed. We’ve built things together that I’m genuinely proud of.
Somewhere along the way, she stopped being ‘the teacher I work with’ and simply became family. Not the family you’re born into. The family you accidentally collect along the way.
People keep saying, ‘But you’ll still see her.’ I know. She’ll still be here one day a week next term. We’ll still text. We’ll still catch up. We’ll still throw ideas at each other that grow into something bigger than either of us imagined. None of that is changing. But something still is.
It’s us, but cartoons.The chair beside mine will sit empty four days a week. The quick conversations that happened while twenty-eight children were busy pretending not to listen. The debrief after a lesson that went spectacularly wrong. Catching her eye from the other side of the classroom because I already knew exactly what expression she’d be pulling. The silent conversations that somehow happened without either of us saying a word. The comfort of knowing my person was right there if the day started to unravel.
Those things matter. More than we often admit. It’s like someone has quietly rearranged the furniture in a room you’ve lived in for years. Everything is still there. It’s all familiar. But somehow it feels different and you keep reaching for things that aren’t where they used to be.
I’ve realised this week that grief doesn’t always arrive wearing black. Sometimes it turns up dressed as happiness. Sometimes it says, ‘I’m so proud of you’ and then quietly whispers, ‘I’m going to miss you terribly.’ It isn’t grief because something awful has happened. It’s grief because something beautiful is changing.
I’ve spent years telling children that feelings don’t have to compete with each other. You can feel nervous and excited. Scared and brave. Happy and sad. Apparently, I should occasionally listen to my own advice.
The truth is that I don’t admire De because she’s a brilliant teacher. I admire her because she’s a brilliant person. The teaching is simply one of the many things she’s exceptional at. She’s made me a better teacher, a better leader, and, quietly, a better person. Those are gifts you don’t forget.
The friendship isn’t ending. It’s simply changing shape. Maybe that’s what growing older teaches us: not every ending is a goodbye. Sometimes it’s an invitation to discover what the next version of a relationship looks like.
We’ll still laugh until one of us can’t breathe. She’ll still call me names that would horrify polite society and I’ll happily return serve. We’ll still dream, plan and build. We won’t be sharing a classroom for a term, but I don’t think the distance between us will ever really grow.
She’s reminded me that work is never really about the work. It’s about people. The right people make impossible days bearable. They make ordinary Tuesdays memorable. They become part of the soundtrack of your life so gradually that you don’t notice until the music changes.
So yes, I’m sad. Properly sad. The kind of sad that sneaks up while you’re driving home or folding washing. But underneath that sadness sits something much bigger. Gratitude. Because not everyone gets to find one of their favourite humans at work. I did.
On Monday morning next erm, there’ll be an empty chair beside mine. I’ll still look around the room or across the table every now and then. Old habits are funny like that. Eventually, my brain will catch up with reality. The chair won’t feel so empty and the room won’t feel quite so different. But I hope I never completely lose the instinct to look. Because if the past five years have taught me anything, it’s that the best friendships aren’t built by proximity. They’re built by trust, shared purpose, terrible nicknames, ridiculous laughter and the quiet certainty that, no matter where life takes you, you’ve found one of your people.
And those kinds of friendships don’t end when the classroom changes. They simply find a new place to grow.
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https://www.europesays.com/people/126545/ Joy Behar Responds To JD Vance’s ‘Best Friends’ Remark #BestFriends #BrianTeta #Iran #JamesDavidVance #JDVance #JoyBehar
For Someone Who Means More Than She Knows- For Vearnie, On Her Birthday
For the woman who gives more than she ever asks for - Happy Birthday, Vearnie!
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Another one, Meet Bella my Aunts 15 year old Labrador- the sweetest girl. Why have deceased pet portraits become my thing?
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Here are some more pics of the silly buddies who were boarding with me last week!
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