Three words to describe yourself
What a fucking summer and thank the gods for the wonderful dip back into school. this is going to be a long post, i'm going to LJ cut it because it pisses me off when people write a lot or do those damned quizzes and take up your entire friends page! If you have a problem with language such as swearing, don’t read.
So i got this new art teacher this year, the powers to be wouldn't allow the old art teacher to continue so we got this new one. very new to high school teaching, and by very new i mean i was in her first class ever!! first period on her first day teaching high school and i swear to god i almost tweaked out. We have fucking bins! like there are 5 tables in this classroom and over in the corner there are 5 little buckets with "cool stuff like pencils and erasers and masking tape". each little bin has either monday, tuesday, wensday, thursday, or friday on them and she thought it was pretty cool to give each of the 5 tables those names so we know which bin belongs to which table. (and what ever you do, do not forget to fill out the little inventory sheets she puts in each bucket every day! "i know it sounds like a hassle but don't worry guys, it will become second nature to you in a month") so this teacher handed out questionnaires to all the kids on her class (it's multi-level so i'm going to be taking art with first year art students as well as students who have 4 years of art behind them, thats not that big of a thing, or at least it wasn't with Mrs. Raymond) but we had questionnaires and it went from "what are two of your strengths and weaknesses in art" and "what do you want to be doing this year" to questions like "whats your favorite place in the world and why?"... this questionnaire is actually where i got the title for this post. if you didn't read the title, or just don't want to look up it says "Three words to describe yourself". i'm like "tall, white male"! imaginative? showing my creativity? fuck you! i want my damned senior studio!!! so this is my goal right now for this class. i'm either going to get her to let me do what i want in her class, or i'm going to be a cool kid and take an independent study and just chill in the fucking art room working on my portfolio for college.
My study is going to be intense! glad i have it, glad i have the teacher i have. she's like a catholic social worker and i think used to be this big womens libber! she asked me what my plans were out of college and i'm like "social work" and she went off! it was nuts!!! i got a book from her she's not supposed to give out to students and will prob be getting more throughout the year... i know... just what i need... more books... sweet deal!
classes i'm watching out for this year. i'm taking British Lit. (why british lit??? i don't fucking know, but i do know we have a test tomorrow on the book i got two days ago... fuck) i'm taking catholic ethics or catholic social action or something like that for my religion course. that i can't wait for! the teacher seems to like to use big words and bullshit their way through everything. i know bigger words now. bring it biddy! physiology which should be cool, political science which is going to be wicked intense! there are going to be mad stories about that class this year!
and the last class i had today was pre-calc. i'm going to learn a lot in this class because there is no way i'm going to be able to sleep. the guy teaching it told us about himself today, about his philosophies and history and ideals so we know who we're dealing with throughout the year and i am fairly positive that i am morally against the existence of men like him! he's right wing republican in every sence of the word and in the future as my fucking career i want to be fighting what he has done and been supported with in the past! when we taught at BF Brown (on the fitchburgs middle schools) he used to separate the class into groups "those that wanted to be there, the ones who tried and wanted to learn" and "the trouble makers" but thats okay because he "is pretty good at seeing that" and "didn't want the people who were there to learn to be dragged down by the kids who don't give a shit"... it hit me right after he told us about segregating his class by predetermining the drive of his students which i'm sure wasn't biased by any racial class or gender assumptions i realized my heart was beating faster and my face was tense. i'm going to learn in this class because i won't be able to fall asleep because of the anger i feel for this man! fuck!
and one more thing to everybody out that! friends parents aunts teachers every person who's old enough to "know more then i do" or feels like they "have a better grasp of reality". I am going into social to fix the shit you fucked up, you are continuing to fuck up, and the shit that fucked you up because you are a product of society just like every other dick-head walking around. I am not going into social work to make money or to travel and just because your obese classest ageist white ass likes sitting in the wider first-class seats of an airplane so you can fly around and become "worldly" does not mean that i want to be like you! fuck off!
I’m going to go read and eventually make my way to TKD tonight. Peace out biddies.
~sean
So i got this new art teacher this year, the powers to be wouldn't allow the old art teacher to continue so we got this new one. very new to high school teaching, and by very new i mean i was in her first class ever!! first period on her first day teaching high school and i swear to god i almost tweaked out. We have fucking bins! like there are 5 tables in this classroom and over in the corner there are 5 little buckets with "cool stuff like pencils and erasers and masking tape". each little bin has either monday, tuesday, wensday, thursday, or friday on them and she thought it was pretty cool to give each of the 5 tables those names so we know which bin belongs to which table. (and what ever you do, do not forget to fill out the little inventory sheets she puts in each bucket every day! "i know it sounds like a hassle but don't worry guys, it will become second nature to you in a month") so this teacher handed out questionnaires to all the kids on her class (it's multi-level so i'm going to be taking art with first year art students as well as students who have 4 years of art behind them, thats not that big of a thing, or at least it wasn't with Mrs. Raymond) but we had questionnaires and it went from "what are two of your strengths and weaknesses in art" and "what do you want to be doing this year" to questions like "whats your favorite place in the world and why?"... this questionnaire is actually where i got the title for this post. if you didn't read the title, or just don't want to look up it says "Three words to describe yourself". i'm like "tall, white male"! imaginative? showing my creativity? fuck you! i want my damned senior studio!!! so this is my goal right now for this class. i'm either going to get her to let me do what i want in her class, or i'm going to be a cool kid and take an independent study and just chill in the fucking art room working on my portfolio for college.
My study is going to be intense! glad i have it, glad i have the teacher i have. she's like a catholic social worker and i think used to be this big womens libber! she asked me what my plans were out of college and i'm like "social work" and she went off! it was nuts!!! i got a book from her she's not supposed to give out to students and will prob be getting more throughout the year... i know... just what i need... more books... sweet deal!
classes i'm watching out for this year. i'm taking British Lit. (why british lit??? i don't fucking know, but i do know we have a test tomorrow on the book i got two days ago... fuck) i'm taking catholic ethics or catholic social action or something like that for my religion course. that i can't wait for! the teacher seems to like to use big words and bullshit their way through everything. i know bigger words now. bring it biddy! physiology which should be cool, political science which is going to be wicked intense! there are going to be mad stories about that class this year!
and the last class i had today was pre-calc. i'm going to learn a lot in this class because there is no way i'm going to be able to sleep. the guy teaching it told us about himself today, about his philosophies and history and ideals so we know who we're dealing with throughout the year and i am fairly positive that i am morally against the existence of men like him! he's right wing republican in every sence of the word and in the future as my fucking career i want to be fighting what he has done and been supported with in the past! when we taught at BF Brown (on the fitchburgs middle schools) he used to separate the class into groups "those that wanted to be there, the ones who tried and wanted to learn" and "the trouble makers" but thats okay because he "is pretty good at seeing that" and "didn't want the people who were there to learn to be dragged down by the kids who don't give a shit"... it hit me right after he told us about segregating his class by predetermining the drive of his students which i'm sure wasn't biased by any racial class or gender assumptions i realized my heart was beating faster and my face was tense. i'm going to learn in this class because i won't be able to fall asleep because of the anger i feel for this man! fuck!
and one more thing to everybody out that! friends parents aunts teachers every person who's old enough to "know more then i do" or feels like they "have a better grasp of reality". I am going into social to fix the shit you fucked up, you are continuing to fuck up, and the shit that fucked you up because you are a product of society just like every other dick-head walking around. I am not going into social work to make money or to travel and just because your obese classest ageist white ass likes sitting in the wider first-class seats of an airplane so you can fly around and become "worldly" does not mean that i want to be like you! fuck off!
I’m going to go read and eventually make my way to TKD tonight. Peace out biddies.
~sean