Thursday, June 16, 2005
i believe that i am done with school for the year. well, I'M not, because cleaning = procrastinating to me, but everyone else is. i must say, it was a rather anti-climactic finale. i think we got lucky with the weather- no one was stifling hot, and the kick-ass thunderstorms kept everyone subdued. thunder and lightning storms might be my favorite thing in the world right now. then high schools have exams, which means that kids just shuffle in at 7:30 a.m., take some test, and mumble "adios senorita" before they shuffle out. who am i kidding? they mostly say "bye ms. dawson."
so now, the kids are gone, the grades are in, the fake book numbers were put on obligation forms because of course i lost the real list, and i got all the stuff out of my classrooms and dumped it into a huge and overwhelming pile in the work room. sorting is tomorrow's task.
today was evaluation day. got to meet with my not-so-#1 fan, mr. principal. we kind of worked out our differences, but not really. i felt like i was going to cry the whole time- the only other person that ever made me feel like that was my gymnastics coach, and we ended on horrible terms. el senor director thinks he is making me feel better when he says "i wouldn't be opposed to you teaching my daughter." oh thank you so much for such a generous compliment? so he really didn't redeem himself in my eyes, nor i in his, but at least i know we don't dislike each other... and that does count for something. by the way, his daughter is 1 year old. "adios muchachos."
so now, the kids are gone, the grades are in, the fake book numbers were put on obligation forms because of course i lost the real list, and i got all the stuff out of my classrooms and dumped it into a huge and overwhelming pile in the work room. sorting is tomorrow's task.
today was evaluation day. got to meet with my not-so-#1 fan, mr. principal. we kind of worked out our differences, but not really. i felt like i was going to cry the whole time- the only other person that ever made me feel like that was my gymnastics coach, and we ended on horrible terms. el senor director thinks he is making me feel better when he says "i wouldn't be opposed to you teaching my daughter." oh thank you so much for such a generous compliment? so he really didn't redeem himself in my eyes, nor i in his, but at least i know we don't dislike each other... and that does count for something. by the way, his daughter is 1 year old. "adios muchachos."
Sunday, June 12, 2005
THE LONGEST YARD - GO SEE IT!
Saturday, June 11, 2005
since when did all the male abercrombie models start working at starbucks? since i became boy-crazy i guess. well, good timing then.
i think attractive people have a whole different set of facial expressions from us unattractive schlubs. like i never have anything to look smug about, wouldn't dare risk a flirtatious smile, and don't have that bright the-world-is-good-to-me glow radiating from sparkling eyes. and the guy who handed me my starbucks cookie change probably has never had to stare anyone down with a what-the-hell-you-looking-at look, has never had his face crumple into a disappointed puddle, or walked into a telephone pole because he can't lift his shamed head from his feet. i bet that makes them have less wrinkles too.
i shall have to return several more times to that starbucks. for research purposes of course.
i think attractive people have a whole different set of facial expressions from us unattractive schlubs. like i never have anything to look smug about, wouldn't dare risk a flirtatious smile, and don't have that bright the-world-is-good-to-me glow radiating from sparkling eyes. and the guy who handed me my starbucks cookie change probably has never had to stare anyone down with a what-the-hell-you-looking-at look, has never had his face crumple into a disappointed puddle, or walked into a telephone pole because he can't lift his shamed head from his feet. i bet that makes them have less wrinkles too.
i shall have to return several more times to that starbucks. for research purposes of course.
Saturday, June 04, 2005
what about me screams plastic barbie on speed? basically, fake -flexible- pretty -and energetic? i am NONE of those things, but here again i find myself as the new poms coach. i don't even know what the hell poms is. i know you dance with pompons (yes, i had to learn the spelling of that awful word) and smile and bump and grind as much as you can while still pretending to be innocent. is that all there is to it? i'm not sure that as a former gymnast and real dancer i can degrade my snobby self to participate in this nonsense. but i think i get $2000, so i'll give it a try.
Thursday, June 02, 2005
in keeping with the topic at hand, let's make some additions. i think i will have to give up on these people and find some new juice because when these poor victims are married/in a serious relationship, i just feel foolish. i reserve the right to go back on that though.
so yesterday, mr. trainer finds a random CD and puts it in. ha ha. it is like our senior prom slow-dances. he was embarrassed a bit i think. why? being a nice guy, he had found it unlabeled on an elliptical and thought we'd try it so i didn't have to work out in silence. i KNOW it's not a secret mix-tape made especially for me revealing all the things he wants to say but can't. later he asks me if i am going to see kenny chesney this weekend. when i say no, he asks if i'd like to go see him. then before i can even answer, he has to backtrack and be like "well, not that i'm asking you to go or have tickets or anything- i was just, uh, wondering, uh, if maybe you listen to that kind of music. because there's a girl that works here that likes it is all." #1. i KNOW #2. why don't you know that i know? i know about the PUPPY and how you can't get a golden because you and the chica share a one-bedroom apartment, remember? do i really seem so desperate that he has to do that? it did make me laugh out loud though, probably making the kid even more uncomfortable. ha ha. GOOD.
so yesterday, mr. trainer finds a random CD and puts it in. ha ha. it is like our senior prom slow-dances. he was embarrassed a bit i think. why? being a nice guy, he had found it unlabeled on an elliptical and thought we'd try it so i didn't have to work out in silence. i KNOW it's not a secret mix-tape made especially for me revealing all the things he wants to say but can't. later he asks me if i am going to see kenny chesney this weekend. when i say no, he asks if i'd like to go see him. then before i can even answer, he has to backtrack and be like "well, not that i'm asking you to go or have tickets or anything- i was just, uh, wondering, uh, if maybe you listen to that kind of music. because there's a girl that works here that likes it is all." #1. i KNOW #2. why don't you know that i know? i know about the PUPPY and how you can't get a golden because you and the chica share a one-bedroom apartment, remember? do i really seem so desperate that he has to do that? it did make me laugh out loud though, probably making the kid even more uncomfortable. ha ha. GOOD.
