a visit from the goblin of gainful employment prompts me to resurrect this neglected corner of the internet. actually, it was more like popular demand. damn, i can't even lie right anymore. anyway, i'm back to blawging...at least for the time being. so much has happened since the last time that i just can't bear to let another day go on. that, or i found some spare time in my back pocket.
let's start with volleyball. i seem to have reached a plateau. i play so many days a week for so long, but i find that i'm not playing as much as i was in the past. have i become old and decrepit? have i lost that zest for the game? am i so out of shape that i can't stand it anymore? hells no! i just hate the sand. whoever invented sand volleyball ought to be horse whipped. it just sucks. whenever i come home from playing i itch for the next 3 days. todd calls it "chiggers," but i think he's just trying to be racist without anyone knowing...i'm just kidding; some people don't even have to try.
anyhoo, indoor starts up next week, which really excites me because i am just plain old sick of going to the yucatan. not that it's a bad place, but sand sucks. i know i've said it before, but i think it bears repeating. sidenote: i'm signed up to play with x in sand doubles co-ed, and phil (the piano man) for same gender doubles also in the sand. i may be a hypocrite, but at least i know it. next week, though, marks the semi-triumphant return of team fun. i use "semi" because...well...it wasn't all the way triumphant. it's a long, rather sordid story that i'll save for another day. anyway, team fun is now in its 3rd season and it's an ever-changing cast of characters. i live my life like it's a sitcom, and i have this whole opening sequence in my head that maybe i'll have brock bring to fruition one day. it'll be great! i'll try to do updates about team fun's progress...and its ever-changing cast. we've got more member changes than destiny's child. shout out to destiny's child.
board games...are wearing me out. george on seinfeld put it best when he said that "worlds are colliding" because i feel the exact same way. i've got volleyball and board games and they are running all up on each other. i'm leaving volleyball early to play board games. i'm getting to board games late because i'm playing volleyball. it has become an endless struggle. the question of which will win isn't even an issue because the answer is obvious: they're both going to drive me into the ground before i realize it's too late.
this is for crystal...
people act like they've never seen these before, but when i first saw them i was on the ground laughing. god only knows why they struck me funny. AND, they got stuck in my head for the longest time. people said that i'd go crazy from having them in my head, but i rather enjoy it. plus, the lyrics are so flexible i can apply them to just about every aspect of my life.
PS: i'm really thinking about this team fun video now. i gotta get brock on that ASAP!
which brings me to the main topic...school...i have been at it now for a little over a month. actually, friday will be the end of five weeks worth of torture. of course i'm negative; as a natural pessimist, i wouldn't be doing my job if i wasn't complaining about something. meanwhile, shout out to a. willis (aka fantasia barrino)! so...i've been saying this and i'll put it here. i don't remember feeling like this so early in the school year. by "like this" i mean worn out and ready for summer. i mean, the year just started and i feel like it's time for a break.
these kids i have are pushing me to my limits, and i need to come up with a new game plan almost every day. it's ridiculous for them to be this bad. trust me when i say that it's not just me. i can only speak for myself, though. of course i won't directly mention kids' names here since they're minors and i'm out to do some heavy slander, so i'll stay with my code names. perhaps in a couple decades they'll figure it out. the way things are going, i'll be in another world by then.
i have a...let's call him "cedric." as a psychology major, i can say that this $#@!$ is as bipolar as the sun is hot. whether or not he really is is up to an accredited professional, but i calls 'em like i sees 'em. he's bipolar. anyway, it translates into some really funny moments after all is said and done. he's one of those people where you really just have to look back and laugh, but at the current time it's not so funny. i wanted to really play "tear dat" with him today. he showed his ass. we're doing testing where i have to test every single student. each student takes between 20 and 45 minutes and i have 20 students. i told them that it's important that they be quiet because it's not fair for that one person when everyone else is distracting them. needless to say, "cedric" really tested my patience, moreso than my other standby student, "jay." he does the kind of stuff where...he'll hit someone, then when that person tells me about it he'll vehemently deny it, even though i had been watching. he does petty shit like that all the time. and when he gets in trouble he has the nerve to try and hulk out and go postal like he's the alpha male. i told him to his face, "little boy, i will drop you where you stand." he better recognize; i'm not his teacher from last year. he will walk out of a room when things don't go his way. i let his ass go. sacrifice the one for the many. oh well.
and "jay" is my other project. he walks into the school and automatically gets on my nerves. just his presence is enough to make me sick of him. bless his heart, but i just don't like him at all. and the bad thing about the bad kids is that they will ALWAYS be at school, come hell or high water. meanwhile, my good kids will be absent all willy-nilly. i need them there. i need those test scores! my friend charity, who's also a 2nd grade teacher but at a different school, does a random 2nd grade quote of the day/week/period of time, and they're quite funny. i think i'll follow in her footsteps and do the same. i'm trying to think of one now, though, but they all end up the same way. i always end up muttering swear words under my breath and wishing i was still in japan. oh well, that's life.
hakuna matata,
-w
23 September 2009
04 September 2009
everybody hates bad kids...
well i'll be damned, i'll just be damned. that was pretty much what was going thru my head all week. i've completed my 10th day of school, and already i'm ready to take it to the house? inconceivable! already i'm ready for summer? rubbish! already i'm tired of the kids? bollocks! already i'm convinced that i won't last 165 more days? bullsh*t! or is it???
unless you have a weird work schedule where your "weekend" is on wednesday/thursday or something strange like that, i think it's safe to assume that everybody loves a friday. i mean, my friends and i go out dranking (because as we all know, i don't drink, i drank) and make very simple toasts: "to friday!" no one does that on tuesday, or thursday. and for some reason, wednesday is slowly becoming the new friday. i've been hearing about people getting together to hang out on hump day. whatever dude; my wednesdays will continue to be just what they are: wednesdays.
school news...it was not a very good week. i'm behind with my grading, my room looks an eternal mess, and the kids are...let's just say..."these pretzels are making me thirsty!" and that's the best thing i can say about them. i'm right at 20 kids, and these biatches are no joke. they are 2nd graders, but believe me when i say that they are hard. if you don't know what that means, then you, my friend, ain't hard. i consider myself a laid-back person, you know, very nonchalant and go with the flow. after my first year of teaching, i got very mellow very quickly. when kids have their temper tantrums, i just look at them strangely and ask if they are finished. then i wait for them to finish while continuing on with whatever i'm doing. usually i'm that kind of person. it cuts down on stress, it keeps me more sane, and the rest of the kids get a little scared to see that the teacher is so calm, because i believe that they see that kind of behavior in horror movies. you know, where people are calm for only so long before...
oh yeah, i tore it up today. i have three kids in particular (whose names i won't mention quite yet) who bother me constantly. for now, since they're minors, i'll call them jay, javier, and jared. those aren't their real names, but they help me reference their actual names.
anyhoo, "jay" is a spoiled brat who must get whatever he wants at the house, because that attitude carries over into the classroom; he gives up 98% of the time and gets an attitude when things don't go his way. he throws mini tantrums that cause me to stop teaching to deal with him. i think he feels like he needs the attention, but today i had to tell him to "kiss my black ass" if he thought that i was going to give him the satisfaction. yes, i actually said that to him. remember, these kids are hard; they need to be talked to like that every now and then. besides, in my defense i said a LOT more that that to him anyway. i'm usually not big on swearing, but for the kids, i must make an exception. anyway, this "jay" does not listen, he does not pay attention, he does not finish his work, he does not follow directions...let's just say he does not.
"javier" is quite literally...a wimp. he whines, he cries, he's not really bad but just highly annoying. the strange thing is that he knows he's a wimp, not because i told him so, but rather because society has assigned him that role in life. he can't help it, really, but i'm working with him to improve on it. i told him that he couldn't be a wimp in that class because he'd die...either by me or one of the other kids. we all know he's a wimp; let's just say...he's not the most popular puppy in the pound...
"jared" is no wimp. he thinks he runs the class. he tells people how much they "stank," how much dumber they are than him, how ugly they are, how nasty they are, stuff like that. little does he know the extent to which the pot calls the kettle black. he's gonna be my greatest work of art at the end of the year. i'm going to pull a "ty pennington" and make him my secret project. by june, he's going to be so damn polite people won't know who he is.
meanwhile, i can't believe that i let them get me all riled up on a friday! i was definitely fragile today. by the end of the day i was walking around with a belt around my neck and a song in my heart. what song? i believe it goes a little like this: "i hate you so much right now, i hate you so much right now...AHHHH...i hate you so much right now!" it's by kelis. they're so raw right now that i can't get any work done. i'm supposed to individually assess their reading, but it's very hard to focus on 1 child when 19 others are cutting up even though i'm still in the room. yeah, they're that bold. but believe you me...that sh*t ain't gon' last. i realize now what i have to do. oh yeah, we 'bout to fight. i'm not really a "hood" person, but come tuesday (monday's a holiday...luckily for them) i'm putting the north dallas to the side and bringing out the oak cliff...just for them. i think it'll be fun!
wow, that rant really helped me. now i'm ready for a drank to kick off the weekend...i just woke up from a nap to cleanse my mind of children...yuck.
to friday!
-w
PS: i'll post again tomorrow or some time about things more relevant in my life, like volleyball and board games.
unless you have a weird work schedule where your "weekend" is on wednesday/thursday or something strange like that, i think it's safe to assume that everybody loves a friday. i mean, my friends and i go out dranking (because as we all know, i don't drink, i drank) and make very simple toasts: "to friday!" no one does that on tuesday, or thursday. and for some reason, wednesday is slowly becoming the new friday. i've been hearing about people getting together to hang out on hump day. whatever dude; my wednesdays will continue to be just what they are: wednesdays.
school news...it was not a very good week. i'm behind with my grading, my room looks an eternal mess, and the kids are...let's just say..."these pretzels are making me thirsty!" and that's the best thing i can say about them. i'm right at 20 kids, and these biatches are no joke. they are 2nd graders, but believe me when i say that they are hard. if you don't know what that means, then you, my friend, ain't hard. i consider myself a laid-back person, you know, very nonchalant and go with the flow. after my first year of teaching, i got very mellow very quickly. when kids have their temper tantrums, i just look at them strangely and ask if they are finished. then i wait for them to finish while continuing on with whatever i'm doing. usually i'm that kind of person. it cuts down on stress, it keeps me more sane, and the rest of the kids get a little scared to see that the teacher is so calm, because i believe that they see that kind of behavior in horror movies. you know, where people are calm for only so long before...
oh yeah, i tore it up today. i have three kids in particular (whose names i won't mention quite yet) who bother me constantly. for now, since they're minors, i'll call them jay, javier, and jared. those aren't their real names, but they help me reference their actual names.
anyhoo, "jay" is a spoiled brat who must get whatever he wants at the house, because that attitude carries over into the classroom; he gives up 98% of the time and gets an attitude when things don't go his way. he throws mini tantrums that cause me to stop teaching to deal with him. i think he feels like he needs the attention, but today i had to tell him to "kiss my black ass" if he thought that i was going to give him the satisfaction. yes, i actually said that to him. remember, these kids are hard; they need to be talked to like that every now and then. besides, in my defense i said a LOT more that that to him anyway. i'm usually not big on swearing, but for the kids, i must make an exception. anyway, this "jay" does not listen, he does not pay attention, he does not finish his work, he does not follow directions...let's just say he does not.
"javier" is quite literally...a wimp. he whines, he cries, he's not really bad but just highly annoying. the strange thing is that he knows he's a wimp, not because i told him so, but rather because society has assigned him that role in life. he can't help it, really, but i'm working with him to improve on it. i told him that he couldn't be a wimp in that class because he'd die...either by me or one of the other kids. we all know he's a wimp; let's just say...he's not the most popular puppy in the pound...
"jared" is no wimp. he thinks he runs the class. he tells people how much they "stank," how much dumber they are than him, how ugly they are, how nasty they are, stuff like that. little does he know the extent to which the pot calls the kettle black. he's gonna be my greatest work of art at the end of the year. i'm going to pull a "ty pennington" and make him my secret project. by june, he's going to be so damn polite people won't know who he is.
meanwhile, i can't believe that i let them get me all riled up on a friday! i was definitely fragile today. by the end of the day i was walking around with a belt around my neck and a song in my heart. what song? i believe it goes a little like this: "i hate you so much right now, i hate you so much right now...AHHHH...i hate you so much right now!" it's by kelis. they're so raw right now that i can't get any work done. i'm supposed to individually assess their reading, but it's very hard to focus on 1 child when 19 others are cutting up even though i'm still in the room. yeah, they're that bold. but believe you me...that sh*t ain't gon' last. i realize now what i have to do. oh yeah, we 'bout to fight. i'm not really a "hood" person, but come tuesday (monday's a holiday...luckily for them) i'm putting the north dallas to the side and bringing out the oak cliff...just for them. i think it'll be fun!
wow, that rant really helped me. now i'm ready for a drank to kick off the weekend...i just woke up from a nap to cleanse my mind of children...yuck.
to friday!
-w
PS: i'll post again tomorrow or some time about things more relevant in my life, like volleyball and board games.
30 August 2009
everybody hates the first week of school...
well, it turns out that i am back with many things about which to write. sadly, though, i cannot waste my time writing everything here. and as much as i'd like, i probably shouldn't waste your time as much either.
first things first. i have successfully complete my first week of teaching 2nd grade. it was...different...to say the least. as of monday, 24 august 2009, this wesley became the proud parent/inheritor of 20 boys and girls (10 of each...thanx to a little bargaining). from the way this first week went, it's painfully clear to me that i'm going to need the following materials: a sturdy yardstick made of solid oak, two belts (it's an inside joke), some black masking tape, a lifetime supply of ibuprofen (sidenote, i hate that damn word: it's unpronounceable for me), a swear jar, a steady stream of morphine, and a hell of an attorney. actually...forget the swear jar; i might need one of those huge ozarka or sparklett's water fountain jugs.
all in all, my first week went a lot more smoothly than i thought it would. as most are aware, my heart is still resisting 2nd grade. it's an internal struggle, similar to how a body might resist a transplanted organ. i'm working through it, though. i've found that i can do a lot more with this lot of ankle-biters than i could with the kindergartners. i was trying to show them how to hold pencils, sit in desks, write their names, etc. they looked at me like i was absolutely insane:
mr. thomas, we KNOW how to do that!
whatever, dude. we're gonna have to come to some sort of compromise, the kids and i. they can go on with all that attitude all willy-nilly. i can say this: this is going to be an interesting lot of kids. i have a trail mix of students who have varying degrees of personalities, most of which clash with mine. more on that later.
SO...in school we're (the staff) playing this game called "assassin." each staff member has the name of another person, along with a secret word. the object is to get your assigned person to say that assigned word. then, and ONLY then, will you have assassinated them and get their target. i was projected to be a big killer in this game for some reason. i objected; i have such a subdued persona. i think i've been able to see through a lot of people's ploys, although i am certain that i will not win. i do know that i'm not gonna get got. i know who's out to get me, and that is all i will say.
meanwhile, board games are still in full swing, although they've dropped off a bit since school started. now that i have to get up a 5.45a and get home at 4.5p (on a good day, that is), my sleep schedule is taking a heavy hit. add to that the fact that i have to be a lot more responsible with my school stuff this year (not that i haven't been in the past; there are just a lot more things i have to do with 2nd grade) and you have a potentially grumpy gus on your hands. if wesley can't get his sleep, come monday kids will weep. i just made that up on the spot; it was supposed to end differently...
which reminds me, eric and crystal (and to a lesser degree, todd) are trying to arouse themselves by intentionally using poor grammar around me. they are destroying the king's english, phoneme by phoneme, on purpose with their self-made creations that i cannot even bear to type here. that's okay; i know what they're trying to do, but i will not, must not, should not and could not fall for it. mainly it's because eric and crystal are a little tiffed about losing tichu many many times. oh yeah, todd an i beat the sh*t out of them. they'll deny it if asked, but come to me; i have the proof locked away.
i will spend the rest of the day preparing for this coming week. i have to get a system down for doing school stuff. i think i'll set wednesdays aside for staying late at school and getting maintenance work done. i have to do grades and all that stuff today, then work on maintaining that all year. maybe board games will be played today (who knows?) but i have to bring my A game this year, or else i'm screwed.
it's official. galaxy truckers is neither on nor off my list. it just...is. like the angel of death is neither good nor evil; it just...is. werewolf is slowly making its way onto my list. in shadow hunters news, i haven't been allie recently. it's making me uncomfortable. i don't want to have to change my board game schtick again. it's already gone from "wesley: always allie, always a villager" to "wesley: always allie, seldom a werewolf." i couldn't bear to live with "wesley: usually allie, seldom a werewolf." it would just break my heart.
and in volleyball news, not much has happened with me. on tomorrow, i won't have played in a week, though i'll be returning to the sand (insert annoyed grunt here) tomorrow evening. maybe i'll hit the rosemeade tomorrow before hand to refresh myself. x and i are on and off; we have on days and off days. we'll get it together eventually, but the most important thing is for us to have fun. i'm afraid...i'm going...to have...to touch.......the butt. lululululululululu! and filling in for minnie ripperton, miss adrienne siefers!
my hair is growing! i must take advantage of it before it recedes too far. my forehead is expanding by the day. i think i will get it twisted; right now it is very curly. most people seem to like it, but it's just juices and berries you know. a lot of people aren't too familiar with african-american cul...
oh well, c'est la vie!
-w
PS: happy berfday michael, happy anniversary todd & crystal!
first things first. i have successfully complete my first week of teaching 2nd grade. it was...different...to say the least. as of monday, 24 august 2009, this wesley became the proud parent/inheritor of 20 boys and girls (10 of each...thanx to a little bargaining). from the way this first week went, it's painfully clear to me that i'm going to need the following materials: a sturdy yardstick made of solid oak, two belts (it's an inside joke), some black masking tape, a lifetime supply of ibuprofen (sidenote, i hate that damn word: it's unpronounceable for me), a swear jar, a steady stream of morphine, and a hell of an attorney. actually...forget the swear jar; i might need one of those huge ozarka or sparklett's water fountain jugs.
all in all, my first week went a lot more smoothly than i thought it would. as most are aware, my heart is still resisting 2nd grade. it's an internal struggle, similar to how a body might resist a transplanted organ. i'm working through it, though. i've found that i can do a lot more with this lot of ankle-biters than i could with the kindergartners. i was trying to show them how to hold pencils, sit in desks, write their names, etc. they looked at me like i was absolutely insane:
mr. thomas, we KNOW how to do that!
whatever, dude. we're gonna have to come to some sort of compromise, the kids and i. they can go on with all that attitude all willy-nilly. i can say this: this is going to be an interesting lot of kids. i have a trail mix of students who have varying degrees of personalities, most of which clash with mine. more on that later.
SO...in school we're (the staff) playing this game called "assassin." each staff member has the name of another person, along with a secret word. the object is to get your assigned person to say that assigned word. then, and ONLY then, will you have assassinated them and get their target. i was projected to be a big killer in this game for some reason. i objected; i have such a subdued persona. i think i've been able to see through a lot of people's ploys, although i am certain that i will not win. i do know that i'm not gonna get got. i know who's out to get me, and that is all i will say.
meanwhile, board games are still in full swing, although they've dropped off a bit since school started. now that i have to get up a 5.45a and get home at 4.5p (on a good day, that is), my sleep schedule is taking a heavy hit. add to that the fact that i have to be a lot more responsible with my school stuff this year (not that i haven't been in the past; there are just a lot more things i have to do with 2nd grade) and you have a potentially grumpy gus on your hands. if wesley can't get his sleep, come monday kids will weep. i just made that up on the spot; it was supposed to end differently...
which reminds me, eric and crystal (and to a lesser degree, todd) are trying to arouse themselves by intentionally using poor grammar around me. they are destroying the king's english, phoneme by phoneme, on purpose with their self-made creations that i cannot even bear to type here. that's okay; i know what they're trying to do, but i will not, must not, should not and could not fall for it. mainly it's because eric and crystal are a little tiffed about losing tichu many many times. oh yeah, todd an i beat the sh*t out of them. they'll deny it if asked, but come to me; i have the proof locked away.
i will spend the rest of the day preparing for this coming week. i have to get a system down for doing school stuff. i think i'll set wednesdays aside for staying late at school and getting maintenance work done. i have to do grades and all that stuff today, then work on maintaining that all year. maybe board games will be played today (who knows?) but i have to bring my A game this year, or else i'm screwed.
it's official. galaxy truckers is neither on nor off my list. it just...is. like the angel of death is neither good nor evil; it just...is. werewolf is slowly making its way onto my list. in shadow hunters news, i haven't been allie recently. it's making me uncomfortable. i don't want to have to change my board game schtick again. it's already gone from "wesley: always allie, always a villager" to "wesley: always allie, seldom a werewolf." i couldn't bear to live with "wesley: usually allie, seldom a werewolf." it would just break my heart.
and in volleyball news, not much has happened with me. on tomorrow, i won't have played in a week, though i'll be returning to the sand (insert annoyed grunt here) tomorrow evening. maybe i'll hit the rosemeade tomorrow before hand to refresh myself. x and i are on and off; we have on days and off days. we'll get it together eventually, but the most important thing is for us to have fun. i'm afraid...i'm going...to have...to touch.......the butt. lululululululululu! and filling in for minnie ripperton, miss adrienne siefers!
my hair is growing! i must take advantage of it before it recedes too far. my forehead is expanding by the day. i think i will get it twisted; right now it is very curly. most people seem to like it, but it's just juices and berries you know. a lot of people aren't too familiar with african-american cul...
oh well, c'est la vie!
-w
PS: happy berfday michael, happy anniversary todd & crystal!
23 August 2009
everybody hates feeling got at...
why does the word "pissy" exist? if that word was stricken from all memory, then i probably wouldn't have been in such a pissy mood yesterday. by the way, my bad to those who had to suffer through it. i don't know; usually i exude a somewhat subdued and quiet demeanor about myself. i don't show too much emotion, because as we all know...a person who is governed by his/her emotions is pretty much useless. yesterday, though, something happened. i don't even exactly know what, but whatever it was really put me off.
if i tried to hint at it...it would definitely involve first day of school jitters. i feel like i'm just not ready for those ankle biters to invade the space which i have so diligently, meticulously, and painstakingly prepared, mostly because i know that they're gonna "f" it up on day one and we'll be fighting all the live long year. i mean, i always feel like that before the first day, but this time feels at least 5 times more intense than usual. just keep me lifted up in prayer.
when i get overly stressed about something, it tends to carry over into my everyday life. it eats and eats away at my otherwise bubbly personality and gnaws at my insides until eventually it kills...you. in a nutshell, it makes me pissy. that reminds me; i'll post about my personality test results next time. meanwhile, when i get pissy, i often get this feeling of being (and this may be the only time i use a preposition to end a sentence, reason being that it is part of an idiom) "got at." to feet "got at" is a terrible thing and i'm sure we've all felt this way before. if i had to explain the feeling, i would use phrases like..."the world is out to get me" and "nobody likes me" and "hermitic." needless to say, it's not a very good feeling.
it led to a realization of an ironically idiosyncratic pet peeve. here's the equation: i am a low talker and realize that there are times when people may not hear me. yet, i found that it sometimes annoys me when my voice is not heard. add to that a pissy mood, and all hell breaks loose. of course, i suppose i could speak a little louder, but as long as i can hear myself, what the hell is the problem? last nite, i went to the monthly board game marathon thing downtown and this little issue got me into a lot of trouble. most folks might not have known, but i knew, and at the end of the day, isn't that all that matters? i could specifically point out 5 people off the top of my head from last nite who inadvertently activated this self induced pet peeve...and i would not be lying if i said that i wanted to pretty much "dot their 'I's and cross their 'T's" if you know what i mean. but being the generous person i am, i can accept that, and my heart is still open.
i think that this whole blawging thing is proving to be therapeutic, because honestly, i grew to not like one person at all last nite, and would have been more than happy to not associate with that person ever again (i mean good grief...１人があんなに苛立たしいお喋りなんて...とんでもないよ!), but i feel like i've worked through it, and am ready to give it another go. thanx, blawgspot! it's like the doctor is in, but providing a free service.
okay, enough griping...about that. it's all in the past. most people have their own ways of venting anger. for example, my friend x gives people "5 minutes." that means don't interact with her for that long, and then everything is okay. i have a theoretical "list" on which i put things. as far as board games go, a game called "robo rally" went on the list as soon as i played it. let me explain something. there are all kinds of people in this world, all of whom are gifted in different ways. i was NOT given the gift of spatial awareness. i trip over things all the time. i was also not born with the ability to think quickly. it just takes some of us a little longer to "get it." this game is all about the spatial awareness and quick thinking. see where i'm going???
"galaxy truckers" is the latest addition to my list. basically, you and four other people are scrambling against a timer (mistake 1) to build a spaceship using the same group of pieces (mistake 2) that will hold up against various obstacles (mistake 3) that you can never predict (mistake 4), and you must try to build a ship that, at the very least, will be left in some sort of condition at the end of the game (mistakes 5 thru 99). this game and i are comparable to martin and gina, to george jefferson and florence, to jj walker and thelma, to kyle barker and maxine shaw, to the old married couple on "in living color" who always try to kill each other but in the end proclaim that "we STILL together!" it's a love/hate thing with this game. i either love to hate it, or hate to love it. i will always proclaim that that damn game is "infuriating." for some reason, though, i get a kick out of playing it. it's almost as if i enjoy the miserable feeling of getting my ship destroyed every round. remind me to see a psychiatrist; there might be some deeply seeded feelings i have yet to discover...that's it; "galaxy truckers" is off my list!
i've written too much about that, and didn't even get a chance to discuss how my social life is over with the first day of school being tomorrow. maybe i will do it later today and blawg about how i feel about it, or tomorrow on the actual first day to blawg about how it went. either way, i don't predict it will be very positive.
my thoughts and prayers are going out to me,
-w
if i tried to hint at it...it would definitely involve first day of school jitters. i feel like i'm just not ready for those ankle biters to invade the space which i have so diligently, meticulously, and painstakingly prepared, mostly because i know that they're gonna "f" it up on day one and we'll be fighting all the live long year. i mean, i always feel like that before the first day, but this time feels at least 5 times more intense than usual. just keep me lifted up in prayer.
when i get overly stressed about something, it tends to carry over into my everyday life. it eats and eats away at my otherwise bubbly personality and gnaws at my insides until eventually it kills...you. in a nutshell, it makes me pissy. that reminds me; i'll post about my personality test results next time. meanwhile, when i get pissy, i often get this feeling of being (and this may be the only time i use a preposition to end a sentence, reason being that it is part of an idiom) "got at." to feet "got at" is a terrible thing and i'm sure we've all felt this way before. if i had to explain the feeling, i would use phrases like..."the world is out to get me" and "nobody likes me" and "hermitic." needless to say, it's not a very good feeling.
it led to a realization of an ironically idiosyncratic pet peeve. here's the equation: i am a low talker and realize that there are times when people may not hear me. yet, i found that it sometimes annoys me when my voice is not heard. add to that a pissy mood, and all hell breaks loose. of course, i suppose i could speak a little louder, but as long as i can hear myself, what the hell is the problem? last nite, i went to the monthly board game marathon thing downtown and this little issue got me into a lot of trouble. most folks might not have known, but i knew, and at the end of the day, isn't that all that matters? i could specifically point out 5 people off the top of my head from last nite who inadvertently activated this self induced pet peeve...and i would not be lying if i said that i wanted to pretty much "dot their 'I's and cross their 'T's" if you know what i mean. but being the generous person i am, i can accept that, and my heart is still open.
i think that this whole blawging thing is proving to be therapeutic, because honestly, i grew to not like one person at all last nite, and would have been more than happy to not associate with that person ever again (i mean good grief...１人があんなに苛立たしいお喋りなんて...とんでもないよ!), but i feel like i've worked through it, and am ready to give it another go. thanx, blawgspot! it's like the doctor is in, but providing a free service.
okay, enough griping...about that. it's all in the past. most people have their own ways of venting anger. for example, my friend x gives people "5 minutes." that means don't interact with her for that long, and then everything is okay. i have a theoretical "list" on which i put things. as far as board games go, a game called "robo rally" went on the list as soon as i played it. let me explain something. there are all kinds of people in this world, all of whom are gifted in different ways. i was NOT given the gift of spatial awareness. i trip over things all the time. i was also not born with the ability to think quickly. it just takes some of us a little longer to "get it." this game is all about the spatial awareness and quick thinking. see where i'm going???
"galaxy truckers" is the latest addition to my list. basically, you and four other people are scrambling against a timer (mistake 1) to build a spaceship using the same group of pieces (mistake 2) that will hold up against various obstacles (mistake 3) that you can never predict (mistake 4), and you must try to build a ship that, at the very least, will be left in some sort of condition at the end of the game (mistakes 5 thru 99). this game and i are comparable to martin and gina, to george jefferson and florence, to jj walker and thelma, to kyle barker and maxine shaw, to the old married couple on "in living color" who always try to kill each other but in the end proclaim that "we STILL together!" it's a love/hate thing with this game. i either love to hate it, or hate to love it. i will always proclaim that that damn game is "infuriating." for some reason, though, i get a kick out of playing it. it's almost as if i enjoy the miserable feeling of getting my ship destroyed every round. remind me to see a psychiatrist; there might be some deeply seeded feelings i have yet to discover...that's it; "galaxy truckers" is off my list!
i've written too much about that, and didn't even get a chance to discuss how my social life is over with the first day of school being tomorrow. maybe i will do it later today and blawg about how i feel about it, or tomorrow on the actual first day to blawg about how it went. either way, i don't predict it will be very positive.
my thoughts and prayers are going out to me,
-w
20 August 2009
everybody hates names...
wesley took a friend out to dinner last nite...you know what? f what you heard; wesley went on a date last nite. i successfully convinced a girl i know to come with me to dinner. i was a bit scared from the jump. she suggested meeting there at 6.0p, and i was like...how about 6ish...to which she adamantly replied..."6." needless to say, of course i was 20 minutes late, but in my defense, it's never usually my fault. traffic was completely against me that day. anyway, we sat, we ate, we talked, we laughed, we joked...it was an evening of pure unadulterated magic. no, i'm not being overly-dramatic. it was fun, okay?
i got her (i will not mention the name to protect the satisfied...but it's the same name as a certain hue...and it does NOT rhyme with a female body part) a present, as she is now gone back to college. so then the question popped up: why did i choose to wait until the day before she left to ask her out to dinner? truth be told, i am a highly neurotic individual whose heart palpitates at the slightest possibility of a rejection. i generally prefer not to take the chance at all, but i figure...i'm in my 30s now, it's about time i at least put myself out there once or twice or even thrice. oh well, the dinner went well, and perhaps we'll give it another go if things click.
that brings me to facebook. a short while ago i changed my status from "single" to "in a relationship" and i mean people i hadn't spoken to in years were coming out of the blue asking for details. c'mon guys, am i supposed to be perpetually single? i will admit that i am far too into myself to bring in another person, but with all the change that has been going on in my life...it had to happen sooner or later. this isn't to say that i am planning on marrying this girl; who thinks that far ahead? i'm just saying that it's about time i started looking for the one who will eventually bear my three children, whose names will all start with "w." preferably three boys who will ensure my name lives on, but a girl would be nice. i need name suggestions, though. i've got "whitney" and "william" and i've started to like "wyatt" and even "wesley jr." every now and then, but i can't really find any worthwhile names out there.
speaking of names...school's about to start for real. the kids are back in town monday, which is 4 days away and counting. my room is not done yet, but will be by tomorrow, so help me jason price (i don't generally take the Lord's name in vain, so i tend to use the next best thing). i'll be sure to post pictures, and i promise i will put a little more thought into how they look. i took peek at the blawg and the way it looked was...nothing short of horrendous. it was just awful. i know you're thinking: who would have the nerve to click the "publish" button on something like that? i'm sorry; i think i was just tired.
i digress...we got our rosters today and...well...let's just say that there are so many kids who need their asses whooped on a regular basis that none of us were the least bit excited about our lot. usually when people receive news, they might exclaim "YES!" or something like that, but for us it was really a struggle to even open our mouths to let out some sort of sigh. i was like, who's the real winner here? all those mamas are the winners, because now they have somewhere to drop their bad ass kids while they spend the day relaxing, which is what i used to do until God took away my summer. it's going to be a rough year, but we're all going to keep each other lifted up in prayer. by the by, we'll be having altar calls every weekday morning at 7.45a. we'll all need a little bit of religion...and TWO belts...
i digressed again...so, i mentioned names. some of these names are near impossible to pronounce. what are these mamas thinking!? who the hell needs an apostrophe in his/her name? i won't post names of minors on here (yet), but names such as ke'andra and sha'nique just don't make sense to me. let's fast forward 60 years into the future. can you imagine a grandmother with a name like that? yuck. when i think of old people, i usually go for names like...you know...beverly, estelle, ellen, ruth. those are good names. of course, they're not names i'd ever give my kids, but still...you could get a job with those names.
i want my kids to have names that will get them jobs. and i'm not talking about those stank jobs at the grocery store. my kids are going to have good jobs so that they can take care of me when i hit 70 (provided i make it through that difficult and somewhat awkward mid-life period). i'm sure that my kids will have crazy and highly unpronounceable middle names, and maybe even two middle names, but at least they'll have that first name to carry.
i need to go to bed. even though it's a "teacher work day," i apparently still have to show up on time, which i failed to do today. color me surprised when i strolled in this morning, nice and late (by an hour). i got up and was watching "charmed" and taking my time and everything. it was terrible. next time, i'll know better.
ttfn,
-w
i got her (i will not mention the name to protect the satisfied...but it's the same name as a certain hue...and it does NOT rhyme with a female body part) a present, as she is now gone back to college. so then the question popped up: why did i choose to wait until the day before she left to ask her out to dinner? truth be told, i am a highly neurotic individual whose heart palpitates at the slightest possibility of a rejection. i generally prefer not to take the chance at all, but i figure...i'm in my 30s now, it's about time i at least put myself out there once or twice or even thrice. oh well, the dinner went well, and perhaps we'll give it another go if things click.
that brings me to facebook. a short while ago i changed my status from "single" to "in a relationship" and i mean people i hadn't spoken to in years were coming out of the blue asking for details. c'mon guys, am i supposed to be perpetually single? i will admit that i am far too into myself to bring in another person, but with all the change that has been going on in my life...it had to happen sooner or later. this isn't to say that i am planning on marrying this girl; who thinks that far ahead? i'm just saying that it's about time i started looking for the one who will eventually bear my three children, whose names will all start with "w." preferably three boys who will ensure my name lives on, but a girl would be nice. i need name suggestions, though. i've got "whitney" and "william" and i've started to like "wyatt" and even "wesley jr." every now and then, but i can't really find any worthwhile names out there.
speaking of names...school's about to start for real. the kids are back in town monday, which is 4 days away and counting. my room is not done yet, but will be by tomorrow, so help me jason price (i don't generally take the Lord's name in vain, so i tend to use the next best thing). i'll be sure to post pictures, and i promise i will put a little more thought into how they look. i took peek at the blawg and the way it looked was...nothing short of horrendous. it was just awful. i know you're thinking: who would have the nerve to click the "publish" button on something like that? i'm sorry; i think i was just tired.
i digress...we got our rosters today and...well...let's just say that there are so many kids who need their asses whooped on a regular basis that none of us were the least bit excited about our lot. usually when people receive news, they might exclaim "YES!" or something like that, but for us it was really a struggle to even open our mouths to let out some sort of sigh. i was like, who's the real winner here? all those mamas are the winners, because now they have somewhere to drop their bad ass kids while they spend the day relaxing, which is what i used to do until God took away my summer. it's going to be a rough year, but we're all going to keep each other lifted up in prayer. by the by, we'll be having altar calls every weekday morning at 7.45a. we'll all need a little bit of religion...and TWO belts...
i digressed again...so, i mentioned names. some of these names are near impossible to pronounce. what are these mamas thinking!? who the hell needs an apostrophe in his/her name? i won't post names of minors on here (yet), but names such as ke'andra and sha'nique just don't make sense to me. let's fast forward 60 years into the future. can you imagine a grandmother with a name like that? yuck. when i think of old people, i usually go for names like...you know...beverly, estelle, ellen, ruth. those are good names. of course, they're not names i'd ever give my kids, but still...you could get a job with those names.
i want my kids to have names that will get them jobs. and i'm not talking about those stank jobs at the grocery store. my kids are going to have good jobs so that they can take care of me when i hit 70 (provided i make it through that difficult and somewhat awkward mid-life period). i'm sure that my kids will have crazy and highly unpronounceable middle names, and maybe even two middle names, but at least they'll have that first name to carry.
i need to go to bed. even though it's a "teacher work day," i apparently still have to show up on time, which i failed to do today. color me surprised when i strolled in this morning, nice and late (by an hour). i got up and was watching "charmed" and taking my time and everything. it was terrible. next time, i'll know better.
ttfn,
-w
18 August 2009
everybody hates being pinched..
oh...my...gawd. every year i am charged with the daunting task of turning a veritable pumpkin into a carriage. the catch, however, is that i do not get to use my magic wand. with this being my 3rd season of teaching, i have made a tradition of taking before and after pictures of my classroom. here are this year's before pictures. this is the room with which i have to work:
i should warn you; this room that i have inherited is my biggest challege yet. it's more long than it is wide, so it's kind of like a rectangular chamber that has the least amount of room that i have had so far. keep me lifted up in prayer as i try to solve the unsolvable. i have, however, garnered enough problem solving skills to be confident that i may be able to accomplish this task, due in large part to all of the board gaming experience that i have had. i haven't caught on to this whole editing thing fully, so bear with me.
hopefully it doesn't come out looking like the eyesore that i fear. oh well, who cares. this is for MY documentation, not yours, so it's all good.
meanwhile, this is the bookshelf that i put together all by my lonesome! mrs. thornton gave this to me 2 years ago and i finally found the time to put it together. not bad, huh? hey, what can i say? better late than pregnant...
school has started (insert sad face here). actually, the kiddos are still out until 24 august, but we teachers have started back. let me be the one to say...it's hard to have gone a whole summer not doing much and then suddenly having to get up buttcrack early in the morning to get ready for work. i mean, i went pretty much the whole summer looking like sh*t because let's face it; i don't have anybody significant to impress besides myself, and i think i look at least a 6 on a scale from 1 to 15. that's almost halfway there. don't worry, i can accept that, and my heart is still open.
speaking of that...here is something that i am having a hard time accepting. today, during what can only be referred to as "training," my team and i were sat at our table and i decided to say something to mrs. sharp, who was sat on my right. apparently (and i write that more along the lines of "allegedly"), my whispering voice carries a lot more force than my talking voice and ms. punch, who was sat on my left, wanted to let me know that.
now, i don't know the exact number, but it seems that of the plethora of choices that punch (this is ms. punch, not some fruity drink; teachers tend to call each other by their last names) had to tell me that i was loud, she chose what i suppose was the most obvious one. excuse my language for the next few sentences...but this punk @$ bitch pinched the sh*t out of my arm. yeah, dammit i said it, i wrote it, and i thought it. i'm not a wimp to my knowledge. i've been hit before, i've been punched, smacked, slammed, tackled, all of that. i've even been pinched before, but believe me when i say that this heifer tried her best to make me cry...and almost did. sharp told me that there was a red mark on my arm; punch got me on that awkward part of the arm where you can feel it, but not really twist it so that it's visible. the point is, it hurt...a lot...a hell of a lot.
i can accept it, and my heart is still open, but let me say this about my heart. it is 3 sizes too small and cold as ice. on a side note, sand runs through my veins (shout out to ratchet for that!). i'm a very cold and unemotional person, so i wasn't going to just stop the training and confront her. i'm non-confrontational. forgive, i do plenty; i never forget. i've come to terms with it...8 hours later...but it's always going to be in the back of my mind. i'm getting tired and need to go to sleep, so i'll slander punch later if i feel up to it.
i'm so damn tired because i haven't yet realized that i'm back to work. last nite i had a volleyball game and afterwards went to wendy's for the usual get together to talk about everybody else. i asked what time it was and somebody said 12.5a (which is 12:30am for those of you who aren't familiar with my ways). i was like...PEACE! i know damn well that i am NOT a morning person. i'm not a late nite person either, but that's for another blawg.
well...it's about time for me to get to bed. it's 10.0p right about now and i've been on a soap box about punch all day. my arm doesn't hurt anymore...physically...so i guess i should get over it.
just keep me lifted up in prayer,
-w
i should warn you; this room that i have inherited is my biggest challege yet. it's more long than it is wide, so it's kind of like a rectangular chamber that has the least amount of room that i have had so far. keep me lifted up in prayer as i try to solve the unsolvable. i have, however, garnered enough problem solving skills to be confident that i may be able to accomplish this task, due in large part to all of the board gaming experience that i have had. i haven't caught on to this whole editing thing fully, so bear with me.
hopefully it doesn't come out looking like the eyesore that i fear. oh well, who cares. this is for MY documentation, not yours, so it's all good.
meanwhile, this is the bookshelf that i put together all by my lonesome! mrs. thornton gave this to me 2 years ago and i finally found the time to put it together. not bad, huh? hey, what can i say? better late than pregnant...
school has started (insert sad face here). actually, the kiddos are still out until 24 august, but we teachers have started back. let me be the one to say...it's hard to have gone a whole summer not doing much and then suddenly having to get up buttcrack early in the morning to get ready for work. i mean, i went pretty much the whole summer looking like sh*t because let's face it; i don't have anybody significant to impress besides myself, and i think i look at least a 6 on a scale from 1 to 15. that's almost halfway there. don't worry, i can accept that, and my heart is still open.
speaking of that...here is something that i am having a hard time accepting. today, during what can only be referred to as "training," my team and i were sat at our table and i decided to say something to mrs. sharp, who was sat on my right. apparently (and i write that more along the lines of "allegedly"), my whispering voice carries a lot more force than my talking voice and ms. punch, who was sat on my left, wanted to let me know that.
now, i don't know the exact number, but it seems that of the plethora of choices that punch (this is ms. punch, not some fruity drink; teachers tend to call each other by their last names) had to tell me that i was loud, she chose what i suppose was the most obvious one. excuse my language for the next few sentences...but this punk @$ bitch pinched the sh*t out of my arm. yeah, dammit i said it, i wrote it, and i thought it. i'm not a wimp to my knowledge. i've been hit before, i've been punched, smacked, slammed, tackled, all of that. i've even been pinched before, but believe me when i say that this heifer tried her best to make me cry...and almost did. sharp told me that there was a red mark on my arm; punch got me on that awkward part of the arm where you can feel it, but not really twist it so that it's visible. the point is, it hurt...a lot...a hell of a lot.
i can accept it, and my heart is still open, but let me say this about my heart. it is 3 sizes too small and cold as ice. on a side note, sand runs through my veins (shout out to ratchet for that!). i'm a very cold and unemotional person, so i wasn't going to just stop the training and confront her. i'm non-confrontational. forgive, i do plenty; i never forget. i've come to terms with it...8 hours later...but it's always going to be in the back of my mind. i'm getting tired and need to go to sleep, so i'll slander punch later if i feel up to it.
i'm so damn tired because i haven't yet realized that i'm back to work. last nite i had a volleyball game and afterwards went to wendy's for the usual get together to talk about everybody else. i asked what time it was and somebody said 12.5a (which is 12:30am for those of you who aren't familiar with my ways). i was like...PEACE! i know damn well that i am NOT a morning person. i'm not a late nite person either, but that's for another blawg.
well...it's about time for me to get to bed. it's 10.0p right about now and i've been on a soap box about punch all day. my arm doesn't hurt anymore...physically...so i guess i should get over it.
just keep me lifted up in prayer,
-w
16 August 2009
everybody hates sleep...
what's goin' on, yo? say, why do people try to incite some kind of rage from me? i don't get upset; i can accept that, and my heart is still open...but only so much. take a moment and think about this: everybody has at least 3 things that they will secretly never tell anyone that they absolutely can't stand. the tricky thing is, these things are so damn trivial that they're not even hardly worth mentioning. so the only option left is to pretend that they don't bother you and move on with your life. admit it, then come to terms with it. i have, and you should as well. for me, however, there seem to be a multitude of little things that bother me. i won't spend the next thousand words elaborating, but here are a few examples...
we already know about the door being locked situation...i don't like when the microwave still shows time left and there's nothing in the microwave; i want to be able to look at the microwave if i'm in the kitchen and see what the time is...i don't like overhead lights, especially fluorescent; it needs to be a soft light...i don't like when people driving in front of me throw a cigarette out of the window; with my luck (and it should be noted that "murphy's law" was a recent change from the original "wesley's law") i would drive over a solitary ember and my car would blow up from the heat...the list sadly goes on for quite a while...
whatever dude...that isn't even the main point of this entry! first of all...i apologize for leaving whole parts out. that noted...what is this "sleep" thing people have been mentioning lately? i have just spent the last 27 hours of my life playing board games...nonstop. no sleep, just games. these aren't your typical run of the mill board games. they are the kind of games that take up to an hour to explain, and hours to actually play. what can i say; they're fun. by the by, big shout outs must go to dave and lindy for hosting the game...nite? staying somewhere for that long of a time doesn't really fit into the period "nite." and for the record, i am always allie, i am 90% of the time a villager, and i rarely know what i am doing. anyways, i got there at 4.0p, left at 4.0a, then went home with eric, crystal, and todd and we commenced to playing tichu until well after the sun was up again. side note (i'm tired so thoughts are random at the moment...), dave's family is kwaazy! we played "werewolf" (a sophisticated version of "mafia") and...um...just beware of anyone with the last name tinnin or turner...breathing the wrong way will get you killed 100%. sitting the wrong way will get you killed 100%. looking at the wrong people the wrong way will get you killed 100%. trying to make an alliance with dave...surprise, surprise, surprise...will more than likely get you killed (there isn't a number that high)%.
well, after that was over and we were back at my apartment...thinking that we were invincible to the world, we drove to a "place" where board games were on sale. i take that back; eric got us there... i won't go into details, but i lost count of the times we almost drifted off the road, and we almost hit the back of a very nice lexus. sleep deprivation is a hell of a drug... but honestly, these people could just as well have been selling games out of the trunk of a car. it was hot as hades out there. i did manage to walk away with a couple of games: dominion and acquire. i'm too tired to put up pictures of anything. it's something i never thought i would do; buy games. i'm usually playing other people's games.
so much happened that i can't put it all here, so i will have to resort to putting in snippets of this and that in random parts of future blawgs. don't worry; it'll be fun. by the way...i have a special power. i hesitate to mention it here for fear that it will lose its potency, but i'll just mention that part for now. some people (crystal...dave...todd) know what it is, and no matter what they say, how they react, or how much they try to resist...they cannot...YOU cannot. why? because i say do. dear me, me thinks i've written too much!
to come...tomorrow starts the first day of school (for teachers...which unfortunately includes yours truly). the kiddos still have another week to get on mama's nerves and worry daddy to death before i have to break all of that up. i'll be attempting to chronicle my uphill journey of turning a piece of sh*t chamber into a proper "learning community" fit for habitation. half the fun is in getting there.
also to come...i've decided to try this P90X thing. if you don't know what it is, look it up you lazy butthead! i'll talk more about it as it happens. any suggestions or words of wisdom...feel free. and follow me and leave CONSTRUCTIVE comments.
i can accept that, and my heart is still open,
-w
we already know about the door being locked situation...i don't like when the microwave still shows time left and there's nothing in the microwave; i want to be able to look at the microwave if i'm in the kitchen and see what the time is...i don't like overhead lights, especially fluorescent; it needs to be a soft light...i don't like when people driving in front of me throw a cigarette out of the window; with my luck (and it should be noted that "murphy's law" was a recent change from the original "wesley's law") i would drive over a solitary ember and my car would blow up from the heat...the list sadly goes on for quite a while...
whatever dude...that isn't even the main point of this entry! first of all...i apologize for leaving whole parts out. that noted...what is this "sleep" thing people have been mentioning lately? i have just spent the last 27 hours of my life playing board games...nonstop. no sleep, just games. these aren't your typical run of the mill board games. they are the kind of games that take up to an hour to explain, and hours to actually play. what can i say; they're fun. by the by, big shout outs must go to dave and lindy for hosting the game...nite? staying somewhere for that long of a time doesn't really fit into the period "nite." and for the record, i am always allie, i am 90% of the time a villager, and i rarely know what i am doing. anyways, i got there at 4.0p, left at 4.0a, then went home with eric, crystal, and todd and we commenced to playing tichu until well after the sun was up again. side note (i'm tired so thoughts are random at the moment...), dave's family is kwaazy! we played "werewolf" (a sophisticated version of "mafia") and...um...just beware of anyone with the last name tinnin or turner...breathing the wrong way will get you killed 100%. sitting the wrong way will get you killed 100%. looking at the wrong people the wrong way will get you killed 100%. trying to make an alliance with dave...surprise, surprise, surprise...will more than likely get you killed (there isn't a number that high)%.
well, after that was over and we were back at my apartment...thinking that we were invincible to the world, we drove to a "place" where board games were on sale. i take that back; eric got us there... i won't go into details, but i lost count of the times we almost drifted off the road, and we almost hit the back of a very nice lexus. sleep deprivation is a hell of a drug... but honestly, these people could just as well have been selling games out of the trunk of a car. it was hot as hades out there. i did manage to walk away with a couple of games: dominion and acquire. i'm too tired to put up pictures of anything. it's something i never thought i would do; buy games. i'm usually playing other people's games.
so much happened that i can't put it all here, so i will have to resort to putting in snippets of this and that in random parts of future blawgs. don't worry; it'll be fun. by the way...i have a special power. i hesitate to mention it here for fear that it will lose its potency, but i'll just mention that part for now. some people (crystal...dave...todd) know what it is, and no matter what they say, how they react, or how much they try to resist...they cannot...YOU cannot. why? because i say do. dear me, me thinks i've written too much!
to come...tomorrow starts the first day of school (for teachers...which unfortunately includes yours truly). the kiddos still have another week to get on mama's nerves and worry daddy to death before i have to break all of that up. i'll be attempting to chronicle my uphill journey of turning a piece of sh*t chamber into a proper "learning community" fit for habitation. half the fun is in getting there.
also to come...i've decided to try this P90X thing. if you don't know what it is, look it up you lazy butthead! i'll talk more about it as it happens. any suggestions or words of wisdom...feel free. and follow me and leave CONSTRUCTIVE comments.
i can accept that, and my heart is still open,
-w
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