Saturday, February 21, 2004

Worth it
(from a conversation I overheard at school yesterday between two students)
j: So, s, what is your favorite planet?
s: Well, I guess I'd have to say...Jupiter. Yeah, Jupiter.
(long pause)
s: what's yours?
j: I think probably Mars.
s: oooh...the red planet!

This volley was unsolicited. Two seconds before this we were talking about watercolor technique. Sometimes I love my job.

Thursday, February 19, 2004

Must've been the gimlet
Dreams 2/18/04:
#1. Had sex with Chris Noth. Of course, I only assumed it in the dream 'cause we were holding hands.
#2. I watched the last episode of Sex and the City. Samantha was giving a speech while Richard started a fight with her. Carrie was looking at extentions for wigs. I don't know about the other two, b/c I switched channels during a commercial and forgot to go back. Apparently, A League of Their Own--must've been the non-edited version b/c it was unlike any version I've ever seen--and The Hunchback of Notre Dame in cartoon narrated by Christopher Guest were more intriguing. I returned to HBO to find everyone within the show talking about how good it was.

Sorry guys about spilling the beans on Sex and the City.

Tuesday, February 17, 2004

Separation Anxiety
I went to Athens this past weekend. My friends and I have a strange humor, but this weekend was exceptionally outlandish and sublime. Here are the highlights (i realize that none of this might be funny unless you were there):

--We spent nearly 10 minutes amused over the bill from IHOP. I could just devour some Turk Saus and Lemaid, right now.
--Watched sweethearts Super Furry Animals and Papa M, but the show was overshadowed by a disturbing encounter with a "drugged-up" childhood friend.
--Found perfectly good V'Day tulips lying on the ground outside of C.'s apartment building. Either A) the couple had a fight or B) the girl dropped them in a drunken stupor. Her loss!
--I ate my weight in cheese. St. Andre's triple cream--try it.
--Mame, M.L., Ms. Comrade contributed delightful munchies for Sex and the City. Unexpectedly, I found myself feeling sentimental over the next to last episode. Not that I won't miss the show, but it's rare for me to get upset over any movie or t.v. show. The last time that happened kittens were placed in a pie pan, covered in dough, and put in the oven in Young Einstein.
--Big Gray was in his "prime." The phrase of the weekend: "like a bull in a whore shop." Don't ask. It's not supposed to make sense, but I laughed every time he said it. Then there was the clothes song. I think the lyrics consist of the clothes you're wearing from the inside out. He might have to correct me on that, and I'm not sure he can take all of the credit.
--I visited my old dorm. Why? 'Cause the door was open to all. So, why not? Right?
--Monday dinner: the piece de resistance. P.B. re-created an Auburn City School Classic: fiestada (hexagonal pizza with cheddar cheese and not an actual Spanish word), orange slices, cinnamon rolls, and milk or tea for drinks. The crust was difficult to replicate, yet he made a mighty fine attempt. On to bigger and better foods. Brown Beauty Cake, perhaps? We discussed the worst school fights we've seen, and concluded that the Drake Middle (my school) fork fight '90 or '91 won the title. Yes, two females used forks as their weapons--women are always the most vicious.

Thanks guys. I would expect no less.

Monday, February 16, 2004

As a follow-up to my last post, I'm now taking bids on who wants to host me during my spring break. I need to get out of town.

Burned out
I hate my job so much right now I've entertained the thought of moving away to find something better. The grass is always greener I suppose, but I'm beginning to feel like I work in the third level of hell.

I took a sick day today but it didn't make me feel much better. The collegue with whom I work most closely called midday to tell me how shitty my students are. This happened last time I took a sick day. I feel like my presence is merely tolerated at times, but mostly I feel like she resents me. This is the shit you deal with when you work with teachers, who are most often territorial and greedy, and you have no classroom of your own.

I love my students and I love teaching, but I'm not sure its worth all this.
Please cross your fingers for me that I find another job for next year...

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