29 11 2006

We had a really nice Thanksgiving.  Lots of work done around the house, Christmas lights are up and such, started some shopping, some wrapping, etc.  I’m pretty excited about Christmas this year. 

Things are getting better at school.  The kids are really starting to work together well and my attitude problems have gotten better too.  I hate having to call home and tell people that their kids are assholes, but sometimes that’s what you’ve got to do.  Apparently, it’s worked.  LOL< that’s horrible, isn’t it? 


trying to be thankful

27 11 2006

Be Thankful

Be thankful that you don’t already have everything you desire,
If you did, what would there be to look forward to?

Be thankful when you don’t know something
For it gives you the opportunity to learn.

Be thankful for the difficult times.
During those times you grow.

Be thankful for your limitations
Because they give you opportunities for improvement.

Be thankful for each new challenge
Because it will build your strength and character.

Be thankful for your mistakes
They will teach you valuable lessons.

Be thankful when you’re tired and weary
Because it means you’ve made a difference.

It is easy to be thankful for the good things.
A life of rich fulfillment comes to those who are
also thankful for the setbacks.

GRATITUDE can turn a negative into a positive.
Find a way to be thankful for your troubles
and they can become your blessings.
~ Author Unknown ~

another day, another drink

21 11 2006

So it’s absolutely been one of those days.  One of those days that make you want to drink or scream or cry or all of the above in no particluar order.  If Jim leaves me next year, I will really just lose my mind.  However, I really think he gets close and closer to making that decision final each day.  Seriously, he is the only thing holding me together in this building. 

I’m so over Hilary- Redskins mullet….  She’s absolutely killing me with her attitutde towards everything, the kids, the work, all of it.  I”m over it.  AAUGH- being paged, when can I breathe?!?!?


15 11 2006

 I’m getting sick.  I hate that.  I’m all achey and congested and just wanted sooo desperatly to stay in my bed this morning.  I have a headache and I’m waiting as patiently as I can manage for my coffee to finish brewing.   Things here suck this year.  I feel like a shitty teacher, I’m having such a  hard time reaching this group of kids.  THey just truly don’t give a shit about anything.  THat’s why I’m not teaching high school.  Apathy drains me.  I don’t know what to do with it.  I’m reading all these extra books and trying to apply these different strategies to “unlock” them.  Unfortunatly, I still end almost every day feeling like a failure.  Nice. 

  Sorry for the poor poor pitiful me speech.  I’ve got to get some stuff done.  It never ends.  Here’s my goal-

Undivided attention
By Taylor Mali

A grand piano wrapped in quilted pads by movers,
tied up with canvas straps – like classical music’s
birthday gift to the insane –
is gently nudged without its legs
out an eighth-floor window on 62nd street.

It dangles in April air from the neck of the movers’ crane,
Chopin-shiny black lacquer squares
and dirty white crisscross patterns hanging like the second-to-last
note of a concerto played on the edge of the seat,
the edge of tears, the edge of eight stories up going over, and
I’m trying to teach math in the building across the street.

Who can teach when there are such lessons to be learned?
All the greatest common factors are delivered by
long-necked cranes and flatbed trucks
or come through everything, even air.
Like snow.

See, snow falls for the first time every year, and every year
my students rush to the window
as if snow were more interesting than math,
which, of course, it is.

So please.

Let me teach like a Steinway,
spinning slowly in April air,
so almost-falling, so hinderingly
dangling from the neck of the movers’ crane.
So on the edge of losing everything.

Let me teach like the first snow, falling.


11 11 2006

slowly drowning in a sea
of frustration;
losing myself to
the ebb and flow of other people’s

running, running, running
away in my mind
but not going anywhere

questioning everything
wondering why

out of mind right now
not sure what to do
wait it out
work it out
I guess I’ll keep running


something to make this place bearable

6 11 2006

I’ve been working all weekend and the later days of last week on my new class webpage,  I’m quite proud of it.  Perhaps this will be a motivator for my kids.  nothing else has worked, maybe this will be the thing. 

Spent the weekend working on that and the house.  So much to be done, it’s always something else.  I guess that’s how it goes.  Anyway, monday mornings, love em.