I really lost my cool today. It's been getting worse lately, and I managed not to target any one student, but I was yelling, and then I just gave up. God, I was so pissed. All I want to do is teach, and there is just no way to manage these kids. What am I supposed to do? I don't even know how to punish them. And write-ups are so insipid. I will ( Read more... )

            They were in my dream again. This time they were friends. We drove around town and talked about worthless crap. It was fun, but it wasn’t normal. All I could keep thinking was, “where are my real friends?” It was impossible to tell. As clear as it was in the car, in my dreams, everything else was foggy and strange. I felt alienated, but ( Read more... )

There are actually, legitimately too many things to update here in one post... If I want to be extremely detailed with everything. 
Since my last post, I was hired as a long-term sub teaching French to middle schoolers and High schoolers. I got all kinds of fucked over, and instead of teaching 6 classes, with only one prep, I ended up teaching 8 ( Read more... )

I have some updates.. or rather a lot of updates.. but for now I'll post this. I read Rilke's "Letters to a Young Poet" and got inspired ( Read more... )

Yesterday, August 29, 2011 was the one year anniversary of my first kiss. I'm deciding to comemorate it because, to me it was the most sincere and sweet kiss--one that happened at the right time despite all of the shit that happened afterwards. And because I would love to relive it, I'm going to tell it to you my journal:  That wednesday we went ( Read more... )

So my boss' daughter died yesterday morning. She was around my sister's age... in her 30's with two daughters. I worked the day she died. Just as I worked the day the owner of my work's son died. It's unfathomable to imagine losing a child. I think the older I get, the more I understand the devastation that must occur when you lose someone that you ( Read more... )

Being angry at you ( Read more... )

I am not Mary
I am not Bunny
I am not J.K. Rowling
I am not Mother Teresa

I am no one.

What do you do when you grew up under a father you have always revered as Jesus?
Even after 22 years you insist that the man is going to die any day for your sins?
I can't believe that's possible.
But then again, I never met Jesus...
and neither did you.

  I was reminded of this song today watching Dead Like Me. George had to reap this famous guy and he was singing a song about when he goes. I remember loving this song and this album during Freshman year. It's hard to think that was only 4 years ago--seems much longer.

I also find it a great goodbye song. I didn't drink then, but I always felt this ( Read more... )