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I know where my towel is.
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| Drunk School Daze |
[Oct. 12th, 2007|08:19 pm] |
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I used to think that people wanted to read what I had to write. I look back on my old journal entries sometimes. They actually are, for the most part, entertaining. However, besides my ever growing collection of skin art, I feel like things haven't changed much for me, and I feel morally wrong writing about students and their issues. I used to write about things that go on during the day and my take. I promise, my take is still hilarious and whatnot. I just don't think it's right to comment on how one of my sophomore students was totally flirting with me the other day and brought her 3 friends in so they could check me out. Or how I had to put a student in a headlock today. If you aren't a teacher, you just wouldn't understand. Anyway, leave a comment saying hello, because that's what this post is, a hello to people I may not have spoken to in a while but would like to say hi nonetheless. Happy weekend! |
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| Just Wow |
[May. 17th, 2007|08:47 pm] |
A new low in customer service. I was having problems with a certain computer application, so I e-mailed their tech help people. They sent something back saying they would respond with an answer in 24 hours. This was April 10th. Around April 14th, I finally just called, waiting an hour and a half on hold just to have some guy be a dick to me on the phone for 30 minutes.
Flash forward to today, May 17th, I get an e-mail from customer service in response to my orgininal message, saying they received my e-mail and I should call to get help because they can't do it over e-mail. This is the same company that urged me to do it through e-mail. I tried to e-mail them back some good old-fashioned hatred, but the e-mail address they sent it from bounces responses back to me. So, they are unresponsive and unrespondable. Unbelievable. |
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| By The Power Of Greyskull... |
[May. 14th, 2007|03:12 pm] |
| [ | Feeling: |
| |  calm | ] |
| [ | Tunes: |
| | "Born on a Different Cloud" by Oasis | ] |
Sometimes I do feel like I have the power. I just don't know what to do with it. Like right now, I hold the cards in a real negotiation. Too bad I can't ask for more money. The gist is that I'm employed by the school system, but the actual schools are trying for me. So the county sets my pay. Ah well, it feels good to be wanted. At the same time I kinda want the whole situation to go away, like I don't deserve anything special. Maybe that's being humble, or stupid, I don't know.
I have no power over social situations either. I have no desire to make an effort with anybody. My response is always that they should make an effort too. I think that's just me being lazy. I've decided to try to get out more, it's the only way I'll ever meet anybody or doing anything exciting. Maybe I'm just at a point where I feel like my life is good enough, so why change. What a horrible purgatory to be stuck in.
Is it summer yet? |
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| Superfluous Cheese |
[May. 5th, 2007|09:10 pm] |
Baseball player: Coach, see that girl? After the game I'm gonna talk to her. I'll be like, "Do you smell something burning? Oh, it's you, 'cause you're hot."
Me: I think "Hi, my name is Chris" might work better.
See, I don't just teach them baseball. |
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| Letter to TSpec |
[May. 4th, 2007|12:22 pm] |
Re: Laptop Issues
I just found out that my computer does not like Japanese food.
Most of it is ok, but the right and left click buttons need saving. Help?! |
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| To All Civilization |
[Apr. 29th, 2007|12:42 pm] |
| [ | Feeling: |
| |  rushed | ] |
| [ | Tunes: |
| | "The Man's Too Strong" by Dire Straits | ] |
First thing I must do later, especially if I'm going to write in this space, is to erase all personal information that may or may not (but mostly may, since if it may not, there's no point) link me to this site. High school students have nothing better to do at night and on weekends (certainly homework isn't better) than Googling their teachers and then generally harrassing them. I get about 5 friend requests each week on Facebook. Reject x5. Although, I must admit, I do look at their profiles first, laugh at them, gain insight on their weird and twisted selves, load myself with ammo if they ever decide to make fun of me, and then reject. I could just delete the damn thing, but NO! I refuse to let 16-year-olds run my life (more than they already do).
In other news, I have quite possibly the worst baseball name ever. Each game, they announce me: The Spartans are also coached by ..." There's no way to make a short, jewish last name into something cool. No nicknames, no rhyming it, nothing. I guess it isn't the worst. My last name could be Ballfour, or Swingnmiss, or Balk, or Fatslownclumsy, or Throwslikeagirl. But barring those unlikely names, mine is the worst. Probably worse than Ballfour, cause at least then I could be Ballsy or something. |
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| (no subject) |
[Sep. 4th, 2006|12:40 am] |
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I think I'm passed being anxious. I'm past being scared. I'm just ready. I need to finish moving. But I'm planned for the first two weeks just about. I'm ready. |
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| La La La |
[Aug. 26th, 2006|02:22 pm] |
| [ | Feeling: |
| |  confused | ] |
| [ | Tunes: |
| | "People Are People" by A Perfect Circle | ] |
I still harbor dreams of singing in a band for a living. Even though teaching is my real-life fun job. I mean, what could be better than having a group of kids to yourself and watching them learn something important all from you? Ok, I may be a huge dork. One of the APs (that's assistant principal for you non-teachers, but I'll get to that later) asked me why I wanted to teach. I told him that I always liked to pass on the knowledge I have to others, to the point where it became annoying. Now I get to do it for a living. This job is consuming me lately. I dream about it every night. But when I get home I daydream about singing in a band and travelling. I spent hours singing last night. It was tons of fun I have to say. I just realized I can make voice posts. So I could make a singing post. Hahahahahaha I wouldn't subject anybody to that.
I don't know if it's just Fairfax County (although I seriously doubt it) but there are an obscene amount of abbrievations used in schools. At our orientation, we got an entire page of them so we knew what people were saying. Of course there are multiple meanings to some of them.
AP = advanced placement
= assistant principal
= active physics (one of my classes)
Then there's TSpec, IEP, LD, ED, IB, Abacus, TPEP, etc.
You know... "Your AP needs to speak to you about your TPEP but first you have an IEP meeting with a school councelor about an ED kid in your AP class."
Lol, lmao, kthxbye. |
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| Really |
[Aug. 25th, 2006|06:57 pm] |
| [ | Feeling: |
| |  exhausted | ] |
I think I'm the only single teacher in the county. No matter how old every teacher I meet is, they are married or engaged. Hmm. That makes me feel lonely. Anyway, I'm pretty much done with orientations and really just can't wait until class starts. Sadly, next week is full of meetings and prep time. I guess I need the prep time. Today we got to raid the leftover supply closet. Nothing like 3-ring binders with cobwebs and decades old rubber bands. But at least I have some stuff to put into my classroom. Speaking of that room, it smells moldy. I found an old, moldy gummy bear tacked to the wall. I don't think that accounts for the smell though. Something is leaking. But, after all that, I did make some friends today. New teachers and old. Everybody seems nervous and excited like me, so I was less stressed. The great thing is...I have a weekend off! I haven't had a random weekend off in a million years! |
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| Time Warp |
[Aug. 20th, 2006|12:52 pm] |
| [ | Feeling: |
| | calm | ] |
| [ | Tunes: |
| | "Saint Simon" by The Shins | ] |
Again? For some reason I decided that last night was the night to relive some college experience. So it was dinner then movie and alcohol with ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=92.1) lec210, even though she wouldn't drink too much of her drink. She even straightened my hair for the first time since sophmore year. Sadly, by the time I left, it was 3am and there was no place open for food. Damn it. At least in DC there was pizza or something when getting drunk. I got home, visited another friend who lives here (she wanted to see my crazy-straight hair as opposed to my crazy-curly hair), fed my cat breakfast, laughed that Starbucks was opening as I went to bed and then slept. So here it is, 1pm and I just got up. On days like these, back in college, I'd get breakfast, relax a bit and then go to the gym. Then there'd be some homework (aka watch tv, read lj, etc.) until it was time for PSP. I do have work to do, I would like to go to the gym, but no PSP tonight. Ah well, I'll have to find some other way to hang out with friends and have people judge me behind my back.
Random side notes:
Another person I know is engaged. I think it's contagious. I also think it's scary.
I'm moving in two weeks. This marks the 7th year in a row that I'm moving. I'm nomadic.
My cat likes noodles. And cheese. I swear we aren't genetically related in any way.
School starts in two weeks. I woke up, looked in the mirror at my hair and laughed. This is the person who will be teaching kids?
I'm reading Crime and Punishment...and like it a lot.
I finished the epic project of loading all of my CDs onto my computer. That's 3494 songs and 12.36 gigs of hard drive space. |
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