Thursday, October 27, 2005


The time has come, the walrus said, to get really tired again.

I was rallying for a while, and now it is time for fatigue.

It's interesting to me how it takes me at least two nights to recuperate from one late one, even if I sleep an obscene amount the first recuperation-night. Last night I had trouble sleeping because I came home and fell asleep on the couch till 6, so when bedtime rolled around, I was not too happy. That and my tap water had turned yellow all of a sudden, so I was worried about that and flustered at having to dash to the store to make sure I had enough drinkable water for my meds.

I am starting to realize that I am obsessed with school. It's all I talk about, and practically all I do. At the same time, it's not a terrible job. I always get weekends and holidays off, and I get a summer vacation. sort of.

Today is my most stressful day in my schedule, plus it's Thursday, which means I have to take a 2-hour class tonight on reading comprehension (which I would care about if I taught reading).

Tuesday night, my routine was disturbed. At the time, I was angry about it, because I am such an intensely routine-oriented person. For some reason, it hit me hard that night. Last night, my routine was disturbed, but I didn't care as much. Maybe because it was the second night in a row. Tonight I look forward to some dinner and some sleep. I might just even go to bed early. I might just eat Wendy's for dinner. I have not decided yet.

The only thing I have decided is that I'm going to do the best I can today, and that lunch for me is from the cafeteria.

Time to play piano and sing.

Tuesday, October 18, 2005

small victories

Small victories are worth all the defeat.

I've been having trouble with the kindergarteners this year. They are notoriously difficult for ALL of the teachers. On the first day of school, one of the kids told his classroom teacher to "f--- off." I've had kids scream obscenities at me and crawl under the table and bark like dogs. There's one boy who does not respond to anything, and lives in his own little world. During music, he just lies down on the floor and sucks his thumb. Fine. He's easier to deal with than the barking ones.

Anyway; the kindergarten classes are putting together a cutsey little show for a pep rally. They're doing a cowboy theme: dancing a line dance and singing "Home on the Range." Fun.

Well, we had a "practice" yesterday in the gym (I played guitar and they sang). Having them in the gym instead of the art/music room made all the difference in the world. They had room to move. (If we're in "my" classroom, they have to sit still at tables. In the gym, there's a floor and nothing else.) So we did movement activities, we never sat still for more than a minute or two. And they were wonderful. We had such a good time.

Today I took the other class into the gym and did the same type of activities. They were a dream come true.

Small victories. Now, if only I can get into the gym EVERY time we have kindergarten music.

Saturday, October 15, 2005

Saturday laziness.

Today I rest, so I present you with two interesting facts about where I teach, and a meme that amused me.

Only in Hancock:
- does the video store also sell stuffed animals also. Not the cute things you sleep with at night. Taxidermy.
- do the homecoming week activities include a vote of what teacher will kiss a pig.

My mother laughed.

Stolen from TrustyGetto:
Of the 20 things below, 7 are false. Can you guess what they are?

1. I am legally blind when my eyes are uncorrected.
2. I am a published poet.
3. I like Thai food.
4. My brother is a convicted felon.
5. I have been diagnosed with clinical depression.
6. I have eaten kangaroo.
7. I was once abused by a significant other.
8. I drink a diet soda every day.
9. I can sleep 14 hours in a row.
10. I have an eating disorder.
11. I graduated summa cum laude from my undergrad college.
12. I commute an hour to work every day.
13. I still use my college ID to get a student discount at the movies.
14. I got asked for a hall pass at my current job.
15. I still bite my nails.
16. I'm on five prescription drugs.
17. I've been in two car accidents.
18. I still sleep with a stuffed animal.
19. I love clock-chimes.
20. I match my socks compulsively.

Wednesday, October 12, 2005


Back I am, and ready and rearin' to go.

What a wonderful, fulfilling, relaxing, amazing weekend.

I still sometimes sit back in a state of perma-wonder about JJ. What the heck I ever did to deserve the friendship of someone so beautiful, so brilliant, is beyond me. But I have her affection, and I feel so completely honored and amazed to have it. It is, indeed, a rare and precious gift.

We had a lovely time. We ran around Greensboro a bit, and I got to see more of her world, and her lovely new apartment. Greensboro is a lovely place. I could do without the heat of their summers, but I greatly enjoyed the omnipresence of trees and greenery. And... shopping. I forgot how much I enjoyed shopping in Philly. Greensboro is even better. I freely coveted (and almost bought) a pair of shoes that would serve me well teaching, but, alas, they didn't have my size. Better for my budget, though, that's for sure.

Maybe next time I'm there I can get them. They WERE lovely.

Anyway: now I'm back into the swing of things in ye olde Hancocke, and things are going well. Except for a few things I've learned in the past few days:
1. Don't eat the tacos from the cafeteria. ever. starve first.
2. Own an umbrella, especially if you have bus duty.
3. Nowadays, children know the difference between pink and salmon.

Thursday, October 06, 2005

off for adventure

Well, folks, I'm off for the weekend to visit JJ. Hurrah! I'm psyched.

But, I need your help.

You see, I got hooked on because a friend of mine from college had started one. I started my own, and now JJ started hers to "race" me.

I. must. win. ;-)

Please, please, please, go to the link below, and type in yer zip codes. I will be eternally, forever grateful. Always.

Till my return, happy weekend!

Tuesday, October 04, 2005

amazing things.

Today I was in my elementary principal's office, waiting for some information from her (she was on the phone). As I waited, I read a poem that was posted on her bulletin board; it was written last year by one of my favorite students.

The student I speak of is in self-contained special ed classes most of the day. When he comes into my classes, he stops and becomes confused, because he forgets what to do. I have to tell him to come in and sit down every day, because he draws a blank when he walks into my room. I cried when I read his IEP (details of which it is illegal for me to divulge). I'm convinced that he isn't in control of his brain making connections; sometimes it's almost impossible for him to put his fingers down on the right frets on guitar, and other times he spontaneously plays the chords we've learned more beautifully than any of the other kids - even the "shining stars" of the class.

But anyway. Here is his poem, which also made me cry.

I am poem
I am a boy.
I wonder if it is sunny.
I hear a bird.
I see a sun.
I want a toy.
I am a boy.
I pretend to be a dog.
I feel happy.
I touch a desk.
I worry a bout my mom.
I cry when am sad.
I am a boy.
I understand reading.
I say be nice.
I dream a bout my dad.
I try to work.
I hope I have no homework.
I am a boy.
I understand reading.
I say be nice to me.
I dream about my dad.
I try to work.
I hope I have no homework.
I am a boy.

This is why I teach.