Thanks Friday the 13th…


Paraskavedekatriaphobia is the fear of Friday the 13th. I use this word to introduce word roots when I am teaching vocabulary [for rather obvious reasons] but it always brings up very interesting conversations. Like: “How can someone be afraid of a day?” (Grade 7) “What does that kind of a fear look like?” (Grade 10) “What kind of loser is afraid of something like that?” (Grade 12, peer response: ‘People who don’t want to go to school/work on Friday.’)

Friday the 13th has an interesting history, tied of course directly to fear of specific things – women, witches, the inexplicable (wait, was I just being redundant?) and is equally interesting to investigate, though I do not mean in the Paranormal Activity way, just as a precautionary measure to see how absolutely dangerous fear can be, especially if you are female or a cat.

Today I am thankful for living in the relative absence of fear and the gift of good sleep. I have always been a good sleeper and some say this is a sign of a clear conscious. on the other hand, there is narcolepsy, so you can’t just assume. But either way, I am glad I have a bed to sleep in, time to sleep, and little I need to hide myself under the covers from, save for cats who want food at 5 a.m.



About Amanda

I am repatriating expatriate trying to work it all out. Well, to work some of it out anyhow. I am writing here for sanity, focus and general over-sharing.
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One Response to Thanks Friday the 13th…

  1. missannakay says:

    this is great. i bet you’re a good teacher.

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