I made myself an exam grading play list on playlist.com and filled it with Weezer songs. They are freaking geniuses. Alright, Rivers Cuomo is a genius, but the whole band deserves kudos for such cleverness as "Grunge Song" and the "Pork and Beans" video.
Monday, June 21, 2010
Friday, May 28, 2010
The end of the year
Is upon us....no one cares about sitting in class and learning grammar, none of the kids are fully clothed, it's hot and sticky and I'm about ready for a vacation.
Things are going to be interesting here next year with a new principal, a new superintendent and possibly some shake ups in my own department. Can't wait to see how it all plays out.
Things are going to be interesting here next year with a new principal, a new superintendent and possibly some shake ups in my own department. Can't wait to see how it all plays out.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Life up until now
I still wonder at night when I am falling asleep what it is I want to be when I grow up. I love my job - changing districts reinvigorated me and renewed my love of teaching. But I wonder what else there is for me.
I have problems identifying what I am good at. People tell me I should do this or that and I think about it for a while and maybe even investigate the possibility, but it fades away. I have no marketable skills other than being fluent in a second language. I can't even add in my head, I have no physical prowess, I lack rudimentary spacial relations skills and have no mechanical aptitude.
Even things I pursue as hobbies or interests tend to lose their luster quickly. I have tried everything and either not finished it or never took it up again. Examples: knitting, quilling, counted-cross stitching, organic gardening, etc.
Sometimes I feel like my whole life has been me feeling blase` about things in general.
I remember being a freshman in college, deciding on a major. My advisor said "What are you good at?" I had no answer. "What do you like to do?" I had no answer. "What do you want to be when you grow up?" Again, silence. These 3 questions have never really had clear, definitive answers for me.
Picture it: 1989, 6th grade. Christopher Rhodes Elementary School. 6th grade yearbook. Question: What do you want to be when you grow up? I think I originally wrote "tall" but rethought and put down something that sounded less flippant. Even at age 12, I was sarcastic and filled with a sense of disinterest. I can't remember what that yearbook said under my picture, but I know other people had definite ideas about their future and where they saw themselves. I never saw myself - I never visualized myself - doing any one particular thing.
There was a time in college when I was utterly despondent and miserable and I thought that maybe I couldn't visualize my future because I had none; I romanticized that the universe had made me incapable of fantasizing something that would never happen. I decided to devote my remaining time to pursuits that made me happy. I traveled a lot, spent a ton of money, and drank whatever would fit in a glass. It didn't make me happy, didn't fulfill me, but makes for some amusing anecdotes.
So when am I the happiest? How can I parlay that into a career goal? I like hearing a good story, I love office gossip. I like sorting through (other peoples') personal problems. I like analyzing the hidden meaning behind an exchanged glance. Other than making me the target demographic for LOST, I don't think these are job qualifications.
I like people. I laugh at their foibles. I get to meet 100 different people a year. I guess being a teacher was always my career destiny. Everyone told me as a kid that I should be a teacher. I said no to rebel.
So here I am, without an answer, but pretty sure I made the right choice nonetheless.
I have problems identifying what I am good at. People tell me I should do this or that and I think about it for a while and maybe even investigate the possibility, but it fades away. I have no marketable skills other than being fluent in a second language. I can't even add in my head, I have no physical prowess, I lack rudimentary spacial relations skills and have no mechanical aptitude.
Even things I pursue as hobbies or interests tend to lose their luster quickly. I have tried everything and either not finished it or never took it up again. Examples: knitting, quilling, counted-cross stitching, organic gardening, etc.
Sometimes I feel like my whole life has been me feeling blase` about things in general.
I remember being a freshman in college, deciding on a major. My advisor said "What are you good at?" I had no answer. "What do you like to do?" I had no answer. "What do you want to be when you grow up?" Again, silence. These 3 questions have never really had clear, definitive answers for me.
Picture it: 1989, 6th grade. Christopher Rhodes Elementary School. 6th grade yearbook. Question: What do you want to be when you grow up? I think I originally wrote "tall" but rethought and put down something that sounded less flippant. Even at age 12, I was sarcastic and filled with a sense of disinterest. I can't remember what that yearbook said under my picture, but I know other people had definite ideas about their future and where they saw themselves. I never saw myself - I never visualized myself - doing any one particular thing.
There was a time in college when I was utterly despondent and miserable and I thought that maybe I couldn't visualize my future because I had none; I romanticized that the universe had made me incapable of fantasizing something that would never happen. I decided to devote my remaining time to pursuits that made me happy. I traveled a lot, spent a ton of money, and drank whatever would fit in a glass. It didn't make me happy, didn't fulfill me, but makes for some amusing anecdotes.
So when am I the happiest? How can I parlay that into a career goal? I like hearing a good story, I love office gossip. I like sorting through (other peoples') personal problems. I like analyzing the hidden meaning behind an exchanged glance. Other than making me the target demographic for LOST, I don't think these are job qualifications.
I like people. I laugh at their foibles. I get to meet 100 different people a year. I guess being a teacher was always my career destiny. Everyone told me as a kid that I should be a teacher. I said no to rebel.
So here I am, without an answer, but pretty sure I made the right choice nonetheless.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
LOST blog
Oh how I loved to blog about LOST. Maybe someday I will put all of my old blogs here and relive the glory days when I didn't have a baby and I could spend over 2 hours watching a show and nitpicking it to death.
Monday, February 22, 2010
God's will
I am praying and hoping for miracles for my friend who is in the hospital and whose baby was born very early. What can we know about God's will? He answers our prayers, but not always with a "yes."
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Life continues ever onward.
Renato can walk!
He had surgery December 29th and on the 31st he learned to walk. Now, When I gave birth to him on the 24th (of September 2008) it took me over 12 hours to get up and walk and i already knew how to do it! He amazes me. He heals so fast, he's like Claire from Heroes.
This boy is the absolute center of my universe.
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