5 good things
Staedtler Mars plastic erasers
Mon/Thurs Night Solidarity with the Women of PCF-TESOL
random conversation on public transportation
Gala apples
late September morning chill
5 things that suck
negative downer colleagues
no free time
dog shit smeared all over the sidewalk
anxiety that melts into hopelessness
high-waisted pantyhose
5 more good things
my brother text messaging me
Marc Jacobs dresses
singing to myself on the commute home
making it another week
baby spinach with smashed avocado and pomegranate vinaigrette
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Overheard in the BX
Getting off at the Elder Ave stop at 8:25 AM this morning
Random guy from 6 train: ¿Estás bien?
Me: Uh... sim, estou bem... I mean, bien... Sorry. I speak Portuguese. I'm still learning Spanish from my students.
Random guy: Oh, wow! I speak Portuguese, too. Have a bom djee-yah.
Heading back to school after lunch, walking up Boynton
Dude from the block: (Yelling to me) Nice sweater! (Pause. He passes, then shouts backwards) ...mine's better.
Walking down the shady side of the street at 3:46 PM
19 year old kid: (To me, but unprovoked by sneeze or other bodily function) God bless you.
Me: (confused) Well, God bless you, too!
Random guy from 6 train: ¿Estás bien?
Me: Uh... sim, estou bem... I mean, bien... Sorry. I speak Portuguese. I'm still learning Spanish from my students.
Random guy: Oh, wow! I speak Portuguese, too. Have a bom djee-yah.
Heading back to school after lunch, walking up Boynton
Dude from the block: (Yelling to me) Nice sweater! (Pause. He passes, then shouts backwards) ...mine's better.
Walking down the shady side of the street at 3:46 PM
19 year old kid: (To me, but unprovoked by sneeze or other bodily function) God bless you.
Me: (confused) Well, God bless you, too!
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Life is hard when you
...want like hell to do your job well, but aren't able to. Not yet, at least.
I'm sitting here at my desk with sleep-blurred eyes on a Sunday night, wondering how I'll get through this, my first year of teaching. I don't suppose the answer to that involves Me Bitching A Lot or Sitting On My Ass and Procrastinating (two things I've done quite a lot of today).
It seems so cliché, but truly: How do I reach these kids?
How do I reach these kids when I'm just trying to make sense of my place in my school to begin with? ...of my resources, of the school culture, of the theory that's being thrown at me? I want to plan and react and assess and progress with all my heart, but sometimes I don't know where to begin. Even with 3 years in Moz and all that summer prep with PC Fellows, I still don't know what the hell I'm doing.
It's all so very much. I'm catching and throwing blindly, for now.
I'm sitting here at my desk with sleep-blurred eyes on a Sunday night, wondering how I'll get through this, my first year of teaching. I don't suppose the answer to that involves Me Bitching A Lot or Sitting On My Ass and Procrastinating (two things I've done quite a lot of today).
It seems so cliché, but truly: How do I reach these kids?
How do I reach these kids when I'm just trying to make sense of my place in my school to begin with? ...of my resources, of the school culture, of the theory that's being thrown at me? I want to plan and react and assess and progress with all my heart, but sometimes I don't know where to begin. Even with 3 years in Moz and all that summer prep with PC Fellows, I still don't know what the hell I'm doing.
It's all so very much. I'm catching and throwing blindly, for now.
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