Politics and Poker

Day 5...

Politics and Poker

I would be a horrible poker player because I am terrible at hiding how I feel.  Anyone who knows me knows I wear my heart on my sleeves, and if someone isn’t up to looking at said sleeves for him/herself, I have little fear of speaking my mind.  I don’t think this is a bad quality at all, but I can tell you that there are some proverbial games in life that I just fail.  

Unfortunately, politics plays a pretty big role in my job, and since I don’t have a poker face and I shoot from the hip, I can honestly say not everyone is a fan of Ms. Ryce.  Granted, I am not here to make fans, but I find it rather amusing how it’s usually the adults who take the most umbrage with my forthright ways.  The majority of my kids respect it because they know exactly what they’re going to get so there aren’t any surprises.  It baffles me why some adults don’t want that very same thing.  I know I much prefer it.  

For those of you who haven’t had a conversation with me to know this, which begs the question why you’re reading my blog since it’s pretty much just a few friends who check this out, but for those who haven’t, I am an over-thinking-analyzing-brain-picking kind of gal.  Like, to the point of keeping myself up all night or making myself nauseous.  So when someone isn’t the heart-on-the-sleeves kind of person, his/her words send my manic brain into overdrive.  Not surprisingly, I usually jump feet-first into the pool of wrong conclusions and the water is cold.  

Student Response:
"Why are you so honest? What made you that way?"
"Are you only super honest in specific situations or is it all the time?"
"Who is the speaker?"