There is something about Oren Lavie that just makes my heart smile.
I've three days left student teaching.
Tonight I ran into my high school science teacher in the check out at Walmart he said "Did you know Christa (Somebody)? Did you know she works back in electronics? I just saw her."
"No I didn't know that! I didn't go back there." He smiled and nodded, "If you want to see people you went to high school with, come to Walmart." I smiled and nodded and the cashier girl chimed in "Ya I know! I always see people I went to high school with here!"
I smiled and nodded.
Monday, October 24, 2011
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
No Ones Gonna Love You - Band of Horses
Band of Horses is the only thing that makes me feel okay.
Teaching is wearing on me and I'm beginning to think I do not want to teach. I'm tired of them asking why. I said so thats why, now do it. And how many concussions can one team have? I feel like every freshman football boy has missed class due to concussions. I'm tired of excuses, their inability to manage time and their inability to read. Do you know how many high school students are reading at a third grade level? Its a lot.
Today the only time I smiled was at the end of the day when a bunch of non concussed freshmen came in talking about the Pokemon tournament going on in the cafeteria. "Only the coolest kids in school are going to be there!" Their excitement about Pokemon is the light I wish I had.
Teaching is wearing on me and I'm beginning to think I do not want to teach. I'm tired of them asking why. I said so thats why, now do it. And how many concussions can one team have? I feel like every freshman football boy has missed class due to concussions. I'm tired of excuses, their inability to manage time and their inability to read. Do you know how many high school students are reading at a third grade level? Its a lot.
Today the only time I smiled was at the end of the day when a bunch of non concussed freshmen came in talking about the Pokemon tournament going on in the cafeteria. "Only the coolest kids in school are going to be there!" Their excitement about Pokemon is the light I wish I had.
Sunday, October 2, 2011
Party Rock Anthem - LMFAO
You do not understand how badly I want to be a girl version of LMFAO. I think they are the coolest. I want to wear pants like they wear and dance how they dance.
The dance kids in my class are the only thing that make me happy. Sometimes I randomly demand they dance and then they do. Last week I taught myself how to dougie (compliments of GLEE) but refuse to show them...I dont trust my moves with out a mirror.
You might not know I am obsessed with Postsecret.com. I've never sent one but a few weeks ago I saw one featuring Purdue's campus. I read this one today and deeply wish it were written to me:
I dont think it was. But I wish it was.
Its official that I'm going 5 years for school. I dont mind that much, I'm not ready for work to be my life. This morning I started my search for where I'm going to study abroad next semester. As much as I love Ireland, I feel like I need to let it go. The world is too big to go to the same place twice.
Speaking of letting go. I had a hard core break down this month and I ended up riding my bike around the ghetto about 11:00pm. I love the ghetto because people are always out and funnily enough, this always makes me feel safe. Almost midnight and mothers are walking with strollers, people are on their porches and I still recognize people from high school. Classic.
The break down was due to many things. Living at home sucks. No one talks to me, I dont talk to anyone and all I do is work for student teaching WHICH I feel like I'm failing at. I just found out about the 5 year deal, was yelled at by an advisor AND I had just accepted that Ireland is probably never happening ever again in my life and that really sucks the most. So in this rage, as I go to hang my bike I see the hurler and schliter Jim left as a gift to my family. I stood and the door attempting thought before I grabbed the thing walked strait to the trash behind our house and tossed it in.
I just want every memory of Ireland gone.
That night Dad came to talk and I told him if he wanted it, it was in the trash (technically Jim left it to him).
"Hey I want that, it shouldnt be thrown away." Shuts door. Opens door, "Unless you have a personal reason for getting rid of it, in which case thats fine." Ha! What a genius.
THEN I came home today and FOUND THE THING SITTING BY THE BACK DOOR. Mom thought it was trashed by mistake.
.
Also, theres a mouse in our house. It just crawled out from under the couch I'm on. Its a baby. Its cute but its dumb.
The dance kids in my class are the only thing that make me happy. Sometimes I randomly demand they dance and then they do. Last week I taught myself how to dougie (compliments of GLEE) but refuse to show them...I dont trust my moves with out a mirror.
You might not know I am obsessed with Postsecret.com. I've never sent one but a few weeks ago I saw one featuring Purdue's campus. I read this one today and deeply wish it were written to me:
I dont think it was. But I wish it was.
Its official that I'm going 5 years for school. I dont mind that much, I'm not ready for work to be my life. This morning I started my search for where I'm going to study abroad next semester. As much as I love Ireland, I feel like I need to let it go. The world is too big to go to the same place twice.
Speaking of letting go. I had a hard core break down this month and I ended up riding my bike around the ghetto about 11:00pm. I love the ghetto because people are always out and funnily enough, this always makes me feel safe. Almost midnight and mothers are walking with strollers, people are on their porches and I still recognize people from high school. Classic.
The break down was due to many things. Living at home sucks. No one talks to me, I dont talk to anyone and all I do is work for student teaching WHICH I feel like I'm failing at. I just found out about the 5 year deal, was yelled at by an advisor AND I had just accepted that Ireland is probably never happening ever again in my life and that really sucks the most. So in this rage, as I go to hang my bike I see the hurler and schliter Jim left as a gift to my family. I stood and the door attempting thought before I grabbed the thing walked strait to the trash behind our house and tossed it in.
I just want every memory of Ireland gone.
That night Dad came to talk and I told him if he wanted it, it was in the trash (technically Jim left it to him).
"Hey I want that, it shouldnt be thrown away." Shuts door. Opens door, "Unless you have a personal reason for getting rid of it, in which case thats fine." Ha! What a genius.
THEN I came home today and FOUND THE THING SITTING BY THE BACK DOOR. Mom thought it was trashed by mistake.
.
Also, theres a mouse in our house. It just crawled out from under the couch I'm on. Its a baby. Its cute but its dumb.
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