Katie Leggitt

I deleted about 500 photos from my iphone tonight, digital evidence of my past year.  The bulk of the photos consisted of bad self-portraits and documentation from my mouse-infested apartment.  I was worried they'd come after me after abandoning the place so I kept the evidence on-hand in the event I needed to remind them what a shithole I lived in for 3 months. Carrying the baggage around night and day... it feels good to get rid of it.  But don't worry, I'm not stupid - I backed it up on my laptop.  You never know.  Now the pictures provide me with evidence of my insatiable Instagram habit, something that is probably costing me more than it should. In any case, I seem to be doing a lot of reflection these days, settling into the hustle of the plateau and getting back into the groove of school.  I handed out 45s to grades 3-6 the other day to talk about personal records and am already making plans for an assembly in December.  Gotta plan in advance. I'm going wit

My grandmother taught me how to sew.  My first piece was a pair of bellbottoms that I made in '98 with rainbow trims and later a happy face patch on the thigh.  I also made a funky tank top out of an old orange and white flowered pillowcase with white lacy fringe.  A friend of mine wore it to a 60s dance in high school and for all I know she probably kept it. Today marks nine years since my grandmother passed away, the same day Johnny Cash died.  They played his music all day on the country classic channel and I can't listen to his version of Nine Inch Nails' Hurt  without thinking about death or wanting to curl up into a ball and cry.  I'm sure you feel the same way. As much as it might sound strange or impossible, I have never felt closer to my grandmother than I have in the past six months.  She was on my mind as soon as I moved into my previous, mouse-infested apartment, and I'm sure it was the strength she instilled in me that got me through it. She was t