Saturday, November 30, 2002

It's definitely been a busy week. I finished my paper for class, was officially observed by my assistant principal, went to Thanksgiving with Dan, Texas Chris is in town for the weekend, blogmeet on Saturday night, Michael Lopez dinner tonight. I also have a roaring sinus headache.

Everyone should know that I'm doing much better in school. I'm not miserable, merely resigned. There are still moments where I just want to walk out, maybe kill a few students on the way out the door. Then there are the emerging "teacher moments" that I'm supposed to treasure or something. Actually, I did have a really sweet moment at the beginning of my observation. One of my really troubled students leaned over to me with a smile, told me that she had never liked math, but that she really liked learning in my class. I flushed with a bit of pride, as I've really been encouraging her. When I first met her, she was frequently violent, roaring from rage to tears faster than a Ferrari. Our relationship was quite antagonistic at first, I was at my wits' end. I had a talk with her, told her we had to start from scratch. I'm not her friend, but I make sure and jump out in the hallway to say hello to her. Her parents don't speak English, so when I called one evening to tell her parents how proud I was of her improvements, she had to translate for me. She started to cry on the phone, and even I got a bit verklempt.

All of this is extra funny as four minutes after this touching comment in my class, she was in a death struggle with another girl. Apparently the other girl was making rude gestures at her from across the room. Desks are thrust aside in the struggle, my assistant principal and I have to separate the hellcats, and the obscenities make every virgin ear positively whorish. I'll know on Monday how this affected the review. Maybe my AP will just describe it as 'lively.'

My latest joke- Who is the biggest bottom in the McDonald's pantheon? Grimace.

Sunday, November 24, 2002

More procrastination, courtesy of Michael.

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I'm such a multi-tasking procrastinator. I'm making copies of some class sheets for tomorrow, writing a research paper, writing instruction sheets for the seventh graders, doing laundry, AND watching the Wizard of Oz. I am not completing any of these projects, just floating between them. On top of it all, I suddenly felt the urgent need to blog...

I forgot how much I enjoy this movie. I haven't watched it in years, so I'm just enjoying looking at the sets, noticing all the reasons why it is one of those super gay films. If I could rewrite it, I would include a carnivorous dinosaur loose in the munchkin village, Toto would be stepped on more often, and the wicked witch would bitch-slap Glenda because of her voice. I'm certain Glenda was an early tester for cocktails of alcohol, anti-depressants and muscle relaxants. The munchkins are quite frightening, but at least there are no clowns. I find it funny that a field of 'poppies' knocks them out, and the first view of the Emerald City reminds me of my first view of Manhattan. I'm going to have to think about which of my friends are my Scarecrow, Tin Man, and the Lion. Some days I'm Dorothy, especially with the whiny tone of my blog lately. I'm probably a blend of the whole group. If only I had red shoes, or a brain, or a heart, or courage, or a big balloon!

I went with Michael out to the new art space where Chad did the architectural stuff. Cool art, two kegs of beer, unsealed concrete. Afterward I was quite suitably impressed by Chad's discourse on the furniture in Barracuda. I love hanging out with people of different fields of expertise, and he just rekindled my desire to really stretch my abilities on building furniture. The music was a perfect retro mix, the conversation was fun, the guys at my table were all sexy smart. I have one particularly annoying habit while drinking - I do my little thing for cancer prevention. Whenever a friend tries to light their cigarette, I blow out the lighter. Even though they curse and hiss at me, I know that deep down they're grateful. I also had one of those educational moments where I was corrected. A cock ring is not the same thing as a cock strap. Who knew?