Haleigh

 UPDATE ANNOUNCEMENT!
          ✨ THE SILENT THREAD IS NOW FULLY UPDATED & COMPLETE! ✨
          
          After months of plot twists, late-night writing sessions, character breakdowns (and maybe a few of my own ), The Silent Thread is officially finished and fully updated!
          Every chapter is polished, revised, and ready for binge-reading. ✅
          
          ✅ Final chapters updated
          ✅ Plot holes filled
          ✅ Emotional damage delivered
          ✅ Cliffhangers resolved… (mostly )
          
          Thank you to everyone who read along, commented, voted, or patiently waited for chapters while life got chaotic. Your support kept this story alive, and I couldn’t be more grateful. 
          
          If you haven’t started yet, now is the perfect time—no more waiting for updates!
          If you’re already a reader… just know I left the ending slightly cracked open ️
          In case the darkness wants a sequel.
          
           Start binge-reading: The Silent Thread
           Let me know your favorite chapter, ship, or plot twist!
          
          Thank you for being a part of this story.
          — Haleigh ✒️

✨ Life Update: Unpacking Myself ✨
          
          Lately, everything feels like it’s shifting.
          New walls. New routines. New version of me trying to find her footing.
          
          I moved in with David and his family — and I’m grateful beyond words. They’ve opened their home and hearts to me, and it’s a kind of peace I’m still learning how to accept. But if I’m being honest… change, even the good kind, can feel loud. The quiet feels strange after years of chaos. I keep wanting to clean, organize, do something — anything — because sitting still makes my brain buzz.
          
          Some nights I feel like I don’t belong anywhere. Other nights, I look at David and realize maybe I’m finally where I’m supposed to be. 
          
          I wrote this slam piece called “Unpacking Myself” about what it feels like to leave behind a version of your life that wasn’t working — and step into one that might. It’s about learning to breathe again, to make space for stillness, and to believe that maybe home isn’t a place… maybe it’s a person.
          
          Here’s my favorite part:
          
          “The silence here feels heavier than the chaos I left.
          But if home is where healing happens,
          then maybe—just maybe—
          I’m home.”
          
          I’m still unpacking.
          Still learning.
          Still healing.
          But I’m here. 

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Hello how are you doing 

 Teaching Stuffed Animals 101 — Now in Session! 
          
          Some people teach students.
          I teach stuffed animals. 
          
          Thirty-plus classes later, and my most loyal learners are a teddy bear named Henry and a rabbit who hasn’t blinked since March.
          No discussion boards, no group work — just me, my camera, and a pretend classroom full of plush overachievers.
          
          It’s ridiculous.
          It’s exhausting.
          It’s also one step closer to the real thing.
          
          Because every time I hit “record,”
          I’m practicing for the moment I walk into an actual classroom —
          where the kids talk back, the markers squeak,
          and no one’s made of polyester.
          
           Two classes left until student teaching.
          I’m almost there —
          and honestly, my stuffed animals are thriving. ✨

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Three new poems — three different moods, same unfiltered honesty.
          
           “Death Trap to Escape”
          A goodbye to my KIA (a.k.a. the rolling death trap) and a loud, proud hello to my older but functional Ford Escape. It’s not sleek, but it runs — and that’s more than the KIA ever did.
          
           “Tested on Everything but Teaching”
          Because apparently I can pass 20 classes in six months, survive licensing tests that cost more than my sanity, and still not feel ready. A sarcastic salute to the chaos of becoming a teacher.
          
           “Before I Even Meet Her”
          A softer one — about preparing for early clinicals, hoping to make a difference, and already caring for the student I haven’t met yet. The kind of poem that starts with nerves and ends with heart.
          
          They’re sharp, tired, hopeful — and very me.
          Go give them a read if you like poems that tell the truth with a smirk.

✨ Milestone Moment ✨
          
          I had my very first tutoring session recently, and it left me reflecting in ways I didn’t expect. It wasn’t with elementary students, but it still gave me such valuable experience and perspective.
          
          As I sat later, typing up my notes and observations, I realized I was starting to feel something I’ve been chasing for years: the feeling of being a teacher. Not in a classroom yet, not with bulletin boards or lesson plans, but in those small, quiet moments where you’re guiding someone else’s learning and carrying that responsibility, even just for an hour.
          
          I turned those thoughts into a poem for my collection Lesson Plans and Late Shifts. It’s called “The First Step.” This piece is about the messy, ordinary, extraordinary reality of what it means to begin becoming a teacher.
          
          I’m not there yet, but I’m closer than I thought. 

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