I want an a capella group to sing this.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LHgJ7fZyZBg
[the song is the guilty pleasure. the video i haven't even watched all the way through]
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Posted in May 2009 …
take a picture, it’ll last longer
Yep, that is what I should have said to the 7th grader who stared at my chest the whole time I was talking to him about his behavior when I kept him in at nutrition. If only that would actually be appropriate and if only I could think of stuff like that on my feet. Whatever it takes to make the day go by more enjoyably, right? Haha
However, I should have also told myself that as I went through Spring. As memorial day winds down, the days get longer, my students get more restless, and I type up the last pages that make up the barrier between Esther the student teacher and Esther the credentialed (but employed) teacher, I am reminded that Summer is practically here.
The post where I detail my loss for what I am supposed to do with my Summer is forthcoming. But for now…
Where was my camera all of Spring quarter? Here’s all I’ve got:
Okay, not that these weren’t fun times (because they were), but… what the heck? These aren’t even good pictures! Must get on top of this again. It makes me sad that I do not have much to show for it all.
Our Lady Peace.
“Crying, crying, she couldn’t afford the view
Crying, crying, these automatic flowers won’t do
These automatic flowers won’t do
These automatic flowers, flowers won’t do”
~Our Lady Peace, “Automatic Flowers”
I love rediscovering old music that I loved back in the day. Like back in 5th grade. Like back when I was younger than my students are now.
Weird.
I don’t like working on fatty 40 single-spaced-paged assignments for a credential that I will not likely be able to use until we somehow get out of this recession and school districts want me. Also, while I appreciated my free resume+business card printing (haha some “career stimulus” deal) at Staples, I do not appreciate my lack of smarts… Meaning, I distributed resumes to about 10 schools with an effin typo on the first line of my cover letter. Say it with me all together now, “epic fail.” I have resisted the whole “epic fail” bandwagon, but I am no better than the masses when I don’t learn my lesson to just proofread something before sending it out. What do I think this is, senior year? This wasn’t my American Fiction to 1900 final, for goodness sake. A read through was definitely in order. I am sure all 10 of those schools would LOVE to hire an English teacher with a mistake like that. While I am at it, FML.
Haha. Oh well, at least none of them are hiring anyway and my resume probably ended up in the recycle bin before they ever got to read through it.
Anyway, my playlist has moved on to Outkast, moving my nostalgia on from 5th grade to 12th grade, so I too must move on and work some more on this damn PACT.
fears
On a strange note: I have recently developed a fear of running over birds when I turn corners and parallel park. I cannot see them and I do not see them actually flying away and it makes me think that I have hit them and it makes me sad. I am told that my fear was previously seen on Seinfeld, so… if it sounds familiar, I apologize. I did not know, so I was not making a conscious effort to be unoriginal in my fears.
On a serious note: I really need to conquer fears. Not like my top 5 (because… I’m okay with being scared of freeway overpasses/bridges, flying objects, car accidents, earthquakes, and being locked in a trunk), but just… my fears and insecurities in life. This is becoming more and more clear as I am forced to encounter and think critically about these things in multiple situations. I just hope I am open to overcoming them.
mostly good
With the exception of it being a bad week in the month (and this being emotionally manifested on Thursday), and a few students who made my blood boil (I’m going to start a teaching blog?), things have been good.
I <3 grilled cheese, la, lb, pizza, movies, people, kbbq, dancing, nice kids, music, julie, and mah cowboy.
4 more weeks of classes? Something like that?
Oh Em Gee, I am certainly exhausted though, let me just say that.
