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December 10, 2005 ,
1:46 am |
Yesterday, I met the teacher I was to sub for because he just wasn’t ready with his sub plans. He was spending the day at the school, observing other teachers (because he’s a first year and needs to get ideas from other people), so he dropped in every so often to check on his class.
Really interesting guy. Dressed really well, with kind of dark kakhi pants and a white dress shirt, with the top couple of buttons undone and a white t-shirt underneath. His hair was well gelled, but, by the end of the day, the gel was gone and his hair just flopped. In a sexy sort of way. He hates pop (or just the Now music CDs, the kids told me), but loves James Jackson or whatever it is. Kind of beachy, easy listening stuff. His walls were bare, except for the occasional, subject related, poster. His desk was immaculate, save for a small pile of notices from his mailbox, and a small pile of magazines. The top of which was GQ. With Orlando Bloom on the cover. And a blaring headline next to Orli’s face, saying “Reach Your Peak!!” A guy that attractive I don’t think has a problem getting laid.
Yes, I fantasized about the teacher I subbed for yesterday. And today I subbed the class right next door to his, so I saw him some more.
I need to stop thinking so much about guys and just get my school work done.
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December 9, 2005 ,
4:39 am |
Take the first line of the first entry of each month from the past year and post it.
January
Other people on my list have put up their New Year’s resolutions, so I guess I could post mine
February
WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN I OWE $200 IN INCOME TAXES??????????
March
I appear to have stubbled upon a Monty Python-ized Lord of the Rings.
April
Long live the…. Cardinals? The new Pope? I dunno.
May
As some of you may know, I work in the Sporting Goods department at the Marine Corps Exchange. I sell guns. I love those guns.
June
A friend of Mom’s sent her this website.
July
LIFE BEFORE THE COMPUTER
August
For the next few days I’m going to be offline because of the freaky weather (it’s stormed for the last couple days and we keep losing power) and I’m at the point where I can finally move furniture around my room, so I’ll need to be unplugged while I set up my desk and computer and stuff.
September
So for next week I have to read two articles, six chapters, a printed education philosophy, a parent brochure, a study guide on social studies standards, my opinion of a math activity I did Wednesday, and two hand printed pages on my social values.
October
Thank you, Conneticut. waves a rainbow flag
November
My Wednesday of next week, I have to have a song listing of songs that can be sung or played in a preschool.
December
Next week is reading week for my NAU classes and the final for my AWC class. The week after that is the finals for my NAU classes.
Guess which of those was one whole post.
And because I’m a sheep:
Post 5 quirky things about yourself. Tag 5 people to do the meme.
1. I can be exhausted, totally dead on my feet, about out pass out and fall over, but the second I lay down in bed, I’m wide awake and can’t sleep.
2. I typically have a stomach of iron. It doesn’t matter what I eat, drink, or smell, I can not throw up. I’ve even tried the finger down the throat thing, doesn’t work. The only way for me to get sick is if I have a severe headache for about half a day.
3. For all my bitching about how horrible school is and how it’s so much work, I’m actually kind of sad that I’m not going to have a couple of professors anymore. They’re good teachers.
4. Let me into any Toy R Us (a real one where they let you play, not the one here, with the toy Nazis), and you will not get me out for a couple of hours.
5. I love the smell of coffee, but hate the taste. I’ve had coffee before and I need the heavily flavored stuff in order to survive getting it down. But the smell of fresh brewed coffee is phenominal. I honestly get high off it.
I tag no one. Any one can do it.
I’m not terribly quirky.
Last one:
If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, (even if we don’t speak often) please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me. It can be anything you want – good or bad – BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE. When you’re finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON’T ACTUALLY remember about you.
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December 8, 2005 ,
10:24 pm |
I subbed fifth grade today. One of the boys started making threats after recess to another boy, basically saying boy A was going to kick boy B’s ass. I kindly informed him that if he did he would be sent to the principle so it would be best to stop.
In line, on the way to lunch, boy A jumped boy B. I broke it up, but boy A continued to lunge after boy B, call him a bitch, and then turned and screamed at me to get out of his face. Boy B swung in self-defence and stopped fighting the second I pulled them apart. Boy A was taken to the principle, where he stayed for the rest of the day. Apparently he was suspended.
I went back to the class during lunch and my whole body was shaking. I almost started to cry, but didn’t because I had taken boy B’s lunch away for fighting. After school, I went to my car and, on the drive to the college, almost started crying again.
I tried to call Mom, but I can’t get a hold of her.
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4:38 am |
One final finished, five more to go, and no assloads of homework
On my flist, this post made me start thinking about a memory, and that memory reminded me why I hate one show Mom watches called Clean Sweep. Essentially, on the show a couple has two rooms that are so over run with junk, they can’t use it. The organizer on the team will have them sort through the things and if someone wants to keep it because “my mom gave it to me”, he will actually make them get rid of it because the memory isn’t in the object, it’s in the person!
The reason I hate the show is because I’ve lost objects that hold memories.
For some unknown reason, when I was four years old I wanted a Christmas tree for my birthday. This wouldn’t seem too unusual if my birthday was near Christmas… But it’s in the middle of July. I spent my fourth birthday up in Washington with my grandmother (my father’s mother) and she bought me a Christmas tree. It was about a foot tall, had angels all over it, and, at the base, a tiny Nativity scene.
When I was fourteen, my grandmother had done some cleaning and found it. She pulled it out, reminded me of why she got it, set up on a table and plugged it in. At fourteen, I sat there and admired that tree for a good while. I was in love with it for some reason.
My grandmother told me she would keep it at her house and, when she died, I would get to bring it back to Arizona. She died shortly before my sixteenth birthday. My uncle (my father’s youngest brother) and his wife were the ones to take everything out of my grandmother’s house. My grandmother’s final will, in which my uncle’s daughter had been written out over a tiff, was never found, along with a number of other things. Including my tree.
And it hasn’t been seen since.
Yes, memories are something you take with you. But in the middle of July, finding a Christmas tree is not that easy. My grandmother looked every where and finally found a beautiful tree she knew I would love. She kept that tree for nearly twelve years. Now my grandmother is gone and so is that tree.
When you lose someone you love dearly, you tend to surround yourself with things that remind you of them. As the pain of their passing subsides, you tend to let things go until you have just the most cherished items left. You tend to keep the items that have the most personal, the deepest emotional attachment to them.
I don’t have that. Don’t get me wrong, I have things my grandmother made that mean a lot to me. But there’s something about being presented a Christmas tree on a July birthday that holds something special. I don’t have that very special attachment. I don’t have that special item with the story and the memories.
That’s why I hate the show. The organizer will say “Oh, you got a doll at your first baseball game your dad ever took you to. That’s nice. Throw it in the rubbish pile.” His father is dead!! He’s never going to a baseball game with Dad again!! Let him keep the damn doll!! It’s painful enough to lose someone special, but to lose the visual aide to a lovely story about them hurts like you’re losing the person all over again.
Yes, I will take the memories with me where ever I go. But it would have been nice to have the tree there to remind me of the memories.
Excuse me while I go finish crying.
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