SO glad tomorrow is the last school day before Easter Break, I need it and so do my students. It's been a stressful month, budget cuts, rumors flying everywhere, and then this morning it was pink slip day. No they don't actually give you a pink piece of paper, instead they just walk in your room and say sorry but you won't be back next year.
There is nothing worse than wondering whether your services are wanted the next year. And although I am very thankful I am not on the lay off list it doesn't do my heart any good knowing that others are losing their jobs, it's a mixture of relief on my part along with genuine sadness and guilt for the one's that aren't so lucky. Overall it was just a shitty day all around. Oh and my new theme song........I will survive
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Monday, March 22, 2010
Someone please explain why?
That's right I would like to know why it is when it rains, no matter what shoes I wear my left foot always seems to get soaked? Why not both feet, why one and not the other? And if there is one thing I can't stand is to have wet socks!
Having to slosh around all day at work with a cold damp foot counting the minutes til when I can go home and put a dry pair of socks on. But by then my soaking wet socks have preceeded to chill me to the bone to the point where taking a hot bath is the only way to warm my tooties up. UGH. I love the fact that Spring is comining but damn I gotta figure out how to keep my feet dry.
Having to slosh around all day at work with a cold damp foot counting the minutes til when I can go home and put a dry pair of socks on. But by then my soaking wet socks have preceeded to chill me to the bone to the point where taking a hot bath is the only way to warm my tooties up. UGH. I love the fact that Spring is comining but damn I gotta figure out how to keep my feet dry.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Some people need to get a Sence of Humor
Saw this article tonight and My impression is that someone needs to get a sense of humor and fast........really come on for God's Sake.........
A teacher at Enochs High School in Modesto, Calif. recently received a layoff notice, just like countless other educators during these dark economic days. But now she's being investigated by school officials because her alleged reaction to the bad news was, shall we say, less than typical: She told her students she was thinking about becoming a stripper and selling her eggs.
"You are in a position of authority. You don't make comments of that nature, you are dealing with teenagers ... teenagers who are very impressionable," said Anna Geisen, the mother of a 16-year-old student who came home with the allegation. Geisen reported the incident to the school board and the unnamed teacher is currently being investigated while she finishes up her work at the school. Now, not only does she face unemployment, but she could also be subject to some sort of disciplinary action.
Well, here's the positive spin: The teacher clearly has a future in stand-up comedy, because, told in a Janeane Garofalo deadpan, that is one guffaw-worthy line. As with most good comedy, though, it's funny because it hits on a raw reality: The recession has so many feeling profoundly hopeless -- and for women, true economic desperation often means selling our bodies in one way or another. Just last night, my roommate was mulling how she could possibly make ends meet while going to grad school in New York and I said dryly: "There's always prostitution." Much as I'm a rabid defender of sex work as a valid and respectable profession, the truth is that for most it's a last resort; and selling your eggs for money -- as opposed to doing it for altruistic reasons -- can be a similarly physical and emotional sacrifice. I can't count the number of times in the past year or so that I've heard my financially-strapped female friends toss off the same sort of sarcastic quip, and sometimes I haven't been entirely sure they were joking.
Maybe this teacher was merely joking, maybe not, but I think high school students are fully capable of processing the bleak reality that brought about their teacher's outburst. Talk about a teachable moment.
Teacher tells class: I'm becoming a stripper!
A layoff notice inspires a controversial comment by an educator. Was it really so bad for her students to hear?
A teacher at Enochs High School in Modesto, Calif. recently received a layoff notice, just like countless other educators during these dark economic days. But now she's being investigated by school officials because her alleged reaction to the bad news was, shall we say, less than typical: She told her students she was thinking about becoming a stripper and selling her eggs.
"You are in a position of authority. You don't make comments of that nature, you are dealing with teenagers ... teenagers who are very impressionable," said Anna Geisen, the mother of a 16-year-old student who came home with the allegation. Geisen reported the incident to the school board and the unnamed teacher is currently being investigated while she finishes up her work at the school. Now, not only does she face unemployment, but she could also be subject to some sort of disciplinary action.
Well, here's the positive spin: The teacher clearly has a future in stand-up comedy, because, told in a Janeane Garofalo deadpan, that is one guffaw-worthy line. As with most good comedy, though, it's funny because it hits on a raw reality: The recession has so many feeling profoundly hopeless -- and for women, true economic desperation often means selling our bodies in one way or another. Just last night, my roommate was mulling how she could possibly make ends meet while going to grad school in New York and I said dryly: "There's always prostitution." Much as I'm a rabid defender of sex work as a valid and respectable profession, the truth is that for most it's a last resort; and selling your eggs for money -- as opposed to doing it for altruistic reasons -- can be a similarly physical and emotional sacrifice. I can't count the number of times in the past year or so that I've heard my financially-strapped female friends toss off the same sort of sarcastic quip, and sometimes I haven't been entirely sure they were joking.
Maybe this teacher was merely joking, maybe not, but I think high school students are fully capable of processing the bleak reality that brought about their teacher's outburst. Talk about a teachable moment.
Saturday, March 13, 2010
What can I say I'm complicated to say the least.
I've always thought of my blog as my subconscious santuary. A place where I could in a vulnerable moment expose my innermost thoughts without having to justify my feelings. But once those thoughts are out, they are no longer just my thoughts......they are public knowledge.........my own doing yes, but now that these thoughts have been discovered by a certain individual the game begins. The justification of emotions and deeply seeded thoughts that I mostly can't even understand let alone justify or explain. In some ways it makes me a bit bitter, in otherways it's a relief. What can I say I'm complicated to say the least.
Riddle Me This
You are offered a brain pill. If you swallow this pill you will become 10 percent more intelligent than you currently are; you will be more adept at reading comprehension, logic, and critical thinking. However, to all other people you know (and to all future people you meet), you will seem 20 percent less intelligent. In other words, you will immediately become smarter, but the rest of the world will perceive you as dumber (and there is no way you can ever alter the universality of that perception).
Do you take this pill?
Do you take this pill?
Ahh fond memories
Let's face it one of the great things about childhood is being on a team and getting that trophy at the end of the season. Some of my fondest memories were back in the day when we would have our little Leauge Banquets and everyone got a trophy for participating no matter what place you came in. Of course it was always a little more satisfying when 1st place was engraved on the front of it.
IF you need to organize an event but you don't know where to find all the trophies you need Trophiesales.com is the solution you are searching for because they specialized in just that. Their site offers everything you need, from soccer trophies Corporate Awards, from loving cups to Volleyball Trophies , religious awards, Wrestling Trophies and so on. They have more than 50 different categories are ready for you: just select the one you are interested in and make your choice between dozen of different models and shapes.
IF you need to organize an event but you don't know where to find all the trophies you need Trophiesales.com is the solution you are searching for because they specialized in just that. Their site offers everything you need, from soccer trophies Corporate Awards, from loving cups to Volleyball Trophies , religious awards, Wrestling Trophies and so on. They have more than 50 different categories are ready for you: just select the one you are interested in and make your choice between dozen of different models and shapes.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Thanks for Ruining it for me
I was on my way to work yesterday morning and I usually listen to the news or sports talk radio but I was really in the mood for some music so I plugged in my ipod and clicked Artists and 3 Door Down, start jamming to the song Train, good jam to wake up to.
But then the next song that came on was "Let me be myself" and I couldn't even get past the first verse without thinking about those stupid Geico cavemen commericials, they've fucking ruined the damn song for me forever...Damn Cavemen......and damn you 3 Doors Down for allowing that song to be used in such an annoying commericial to be associated with your music............ugh....
So my question today is........... what commercial has a song ruined for you lately?
But then the next song that came on was "Let me be myself" and I couldn't even get past the first verse without thinking about those stupid Geico cavemen commericials, they've fucking ruined the damn song for me forever...Damn Cavemen......and damn you 3 Doors Down for allowing that song to be used in such an annoying commericial to be associated with your music............ugh....
So my question today is........... what commercial has a song ruined for you lately?
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Wordless Wednesday
Hey this is for all the unemployed peeps out there that are thinking about maybe going back to school to enter a new job field..............Oh and I heard O'bama is giving a tax credit too.........
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
This whole thing is getting really old
It's that time of the year again....when every teacher in this god forsaken state with less than 20 years experience worry about their job. This year is probably going to be the worst with major layoffs of every department from secretaries to all the way up to principals. This year it's millions that we are coming up short, why? Because so many people are moving out of this ghetto of a state and taking their kids in tow.
I'm so sick of these politicians tell us teachers we need to work harder for less money, raise the expectations of the students but then not fund the schools. For god's sake my world history book I use with my students was printed in 1990!
This pisses me off to no end, it sucks enough that I might lose my job but to lose it in a state where EVERY district is laying off teachers sucks even more. No job openings and a ton of teachers unemployed yeah that's just great. O'bama, and every politician in this country needs to get their heads out of their asses and start funding instead of cutting the education budget!
I'm so sick of these politicians tell us teachers we need to work harder for less money, raise the expectations of the students but then not fund the schools. For god's sake my world history book I use with my students was printed in 1990!
This pisses me off to no end, it sucks enough that I might lose my job but to lose it in a state where EVERY district is laying off teachers sucks even more. No job openings and a ton of teachers unemployed yeah that's just great. O'bama, and every politician in this country needs to get their heads out of their asses and start funding instead of cutting the education budget!
What's your take on this?
So I went over to the Hussy Housewife's blog the other night and I noticed this? At first I was like what the hell is that then I blew it up and kind of figured out what those three large chucks were , but what the heck is that other stuff and how did it get there?
So take a look and give me your best shot at an explination ....this could get interesting....sorry Hussy I took your pic but Izzz giving you some link love sweetie...
So take a look and give me your best shot at an explination ....this could get interesting....sorry Hussy I took your pic but Izzz giving you some link love sweetie...
Monday, March 8, 2010
Do Us All A Favor
Readers I implore you to assist me in rubbing out an annoying stain on the fabric of society…. No I am not talking about the latest bullshit to spew from Ahmadi'maduchebag's mouth…but rather something that just as annoying…Elevator small talk.
Seriously what was the point of the small talk? Neither party ever conveys anything remotely relevant to each other. Why do people feel compelled to chat strangers up while occupying the same cramped space? Just because you are sharing a moving box doesn't mean you have to engage each other in pointless conversation.
If you don't actually know each other on enough of a substantive level to have a meaningful conversation, why bother with pleasantries? Holding these generic weekend and weather-related discussions is really more of a slap to the face than anything else. You may as well be saying "I have no idea who the fuck you are, nor do I care, but I better at least prove I possess basic communication skills."
What I really want to do is I try to make my elevator conversations as inappropriate and uncomfortable for other people as possible. You know incorporate one or more of the following into my small talk responses: gambling losses, drug use, radical politics, petty crime, false, malicious rumors about businesses in the building, major crimes, multiple sexual partners, my connections to the mafia, and gangta rap music.
Of couse I bend to the rules of what is socially acceptable behavior and endure the standard lame comments about the weather and the soccer mom wanting to show me pictures of little Johnny at his last indoor soccer match on her digital photo key chain. Seriously I think it would be less awkward if the couple next to me just started fucking right there in he elevator.
At this point you've become blind because your eyes have rolled straight through the top of your head and are doing time on the ceiling of the elevator. "Seems you've got some blood gushing out of your ocular cavities there, how's that working out for you?"
You contemplate various methods of shattering your ear drums but sadly come to the conclusion that even the destruction of 2/5 of your senses still won't stop little Johnny from playing soccer again that weekend, and every weekend until he quits in high school, starts smoking weed, impregnates his girlfriend after the prom and flunks out of college, but still gets hooked up with a job, and karma plays it cruel joke on him as he is tortured with the same bullshit conversations.
Help stop the madness. Slowly but surely you can help destroy mindless elevator chit-chat and get back to purposefully staring at the digital floor readout, waiting to make your great escape. If you see someone you don't know getting on the elevator, do us all a favor and shut the fuck up.
Seriously what was the point of the small talk? Neither party ever conveys anything remotely relevant to each other. Why do people feel compelled to chat strangers up while occupying the same cramped space? Just because you are sharing a moving box doesn't mean you have to engage each other in pointless conversation.
If you don't actually know each other on enough of a substantive level to have a meaningful conversation, why bother with pleasantries? Holding these generic weekend and weather-related discussions is really more of a slap to the face than anything else. You may as well be saying "I have no idea who the fuck you are, nor do I care, but I better at least prove I possess basic communication skills."
What I really want to do is I try to make my elevator conversations as inappropriate and uncomfortable for other people as possible. You know incorporate one or more of the following into my small talk responses: gambling losses, drug use, radical politics, petty crime, false, malicious rumors about businesses in the building, major crimes, multiple sexual partners, my connections to the mafia, and gangta rap music.
Of couse I bend to the rules of what is socially acceptable behavior and endure the standard lame comments about the weather and the soccer mom wanting to show me pictures of little Johnny at his last indoor soccer match on her digital photo key chain. Seriously I think it would be less awkward if the couple next to me just started fucking right there in he elevator.
At this point you've become blind because your eyes have rolled straight through the top of your head and are doing time on the ceiling of the elevator. "Seems you've got some blood gushing out of your ocular cavities there, how's that working out for you?"
You contemplate various methods of shattering your ear drums but sadly come to the conclusion that even the destruction of 2/5 of your senses still won't stop little Johnny from playing soccer again that weekend, and every weekend until he quits in high school, starts smoking weed, impregnates his girlfriend after the prom and flunks out of college, but still gets hooked up with a job, and karma plays it cruel joke on him as he is tortured with the same bullshit conversations.
Help stop the madness. Slowly but surely you can help destroy mindless elevator chit-chat and get back to purposefully staring at the digital floor readout, waiting to make your great escape. If you see someone you don't know getting on the elevator, do us all a favor and shut the fuck up.
Sunday, March 7, 2010
I hate Sunday Nights..............
Why? Because it's so depressing knowing that the weekend is over practically and looking back I realize that I've done nothing but clean, do laundry and write lesson plans. Ugh I really wish the weekend was 3 full days maybe then I could do something fun besides the same old same old rut I am in. Can you tell I am out of my anti depressants? Yeah it should be a fun day at work tomorrow just hope I don't murder anyone before I pick up my meds on the way home from work.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Weirdless Wednesday
Ok well ummm............draw your own conclusion.
I know you are laughing your ass off, and if you aren' well you have no sense of humor lol
I know you are laughing your ass off, and if you aren' well you have no sense of humor lol
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Those cursed Vowels
It's a wonder I can even blog with this laptop I have. I've actally had to rig my keyboard because the A key is completely trashed. How do you rig an A key you ask? Well you take some double sided tape and layer pieces of it on the keyboard, sick the key on top and hope for the best.
Yeah it sucks, do you know how many words have the vowel "a" in them? Well so far in his post I've hit that key over 20 times............yeah it sucks.......... I seriously think Dell needs to send me their prototypes of new computers they are coming up with because I am sure to let them know that their keyboards are definately not Kat proof.....UGHHHHHHHHHH
Monday, March 1, 2010
Weird experiences Part 1
Ok so I thought I'd share some weird things that have happened to me in the past. We've all experiened something in our lives that well we just can't explain. You know an incident that no matter how many times you think about it you can't come up with an reasonable explaination for. Well I've had a few such experiences and thought I'd share them one at a time in a few posts.
Incident number one happened when I was 18. I was spending the night over at an Aunt's house and was fast asleep when I woke up with this incredible pain in my right side, right in the area of my ribs. When I say incredible pain I mean the worst pain I'd have ever been in and since. The pain was so intense I couldn't even get out of the bed and every breath I took it just got worse.
So here I am paralysed in pain, not able to scream out for help just laying there thinking I'm dying, I am seriously dying. I don't know for certain how long this pain went on but it seemed like it lasted for hours. Then the unexplained happened. I started to have an out of body experience, yeah it sounds crazy but they say people in severe pain often have such experiences. Thats right I completely felt as though I was floating out of my body. The weird thing is that I was aware I was still in pain but it was like I was removed from the pain. Ok I know it's weird and it's hard to explain, but what I do know, is that as much as I'd like to convince myself I dreampt the whole episode, I know I experienced it. I've never experienced anything like it again and hope I never do.
Ok so anybody got a similar experience to share????????????
Incident number one happened when I was 18. I was spending the night over at an Aunt's house and was fast asleep when I woke up with this incredible pain in my right side, right in the area of my ribs. When I say incredible pain I mean the worst pain I'd have ever been in and since. The pain was so intense I couldn't even get out of the bed and every breath I took it just got worse.
So here I am paralysed in pain, not able to scream out for help just laying there thinking I'm dying, I am seriously dying. I don't know for certain how long this pain went on but it seemed like it lasted for hours. Then the unexplained happened. I started to have an out of body experience, yeah it sounds crazy but they say people in severe pain often have such experiences. Thats right I completely felt as though I was floating out of my body. The weird thing is that I was aware I was still in pain but it was like I was removed from the pain. Ok I know it's weird and it's hard to explain, but what I do know, is that as much as I'd like to convince myself I dreampt the whole episode, I know I experienced it. I've never experienced anything like it again and hope I never do.
Ok so anybody got a similar experience to share????????????
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