memories of my friend... melody was her name. She told me to place my hands around her neck and squeeze. We stood in the back of mr. butchers classroom... Her body was pressed against the wall, my hands trying to find the force nesessary to take the air from her through. "Harder... Harder!" She mustered. I couldn't do it. My mind kept ( Read more... )

so i havent been here in a while. I'm sitting with some kids i had to hold after school for behavior reasons. (as if the day isnt long enought ( Read more... )

ahhh... there is an obnoxious teacher in the teachers loung that sounds like big bird. He rents a room in a convent on the bronx because he's too cheap to rent an appartment. He sits here and debates pro-republican issues every lunch period. He sucks! I cant stand his blind support of an administration that has put us into war, shiped jobs ( Read more... )

i havent written i a while, i just wanted to check in. I have some new projects, life goals i am trying to get done. Its so much harder than i thought. i really need to sit down and make a list ( Read more... )

its first period and i'm the only person in the teachers lounge (this is a rare occurance). I am so tired. ITs a jewish holiday so there are alot of teacher that took off today, those remaining have to cover their classes ( Read more... )

to be able to sleep is a sweet blessing. i slept for hours yesturday. i didnt worry about why i couldnt be with my boyfriend, or if my bicepts were growing, i just slept. i felt soooo good. I feel more balanced. i also picked up another book on italian american history. The authors are like friends i've wanted to meet my whole life. They fill ( Read more... )

I'm doing a kick ass job in class. i'm teaching Buddhist and Hindu art from south east asia. Students are working in small groups to observe and discuss Buddhist sculpture. I hear so many negative things about the NYC education system but i see alot of good things in my school. I'm proud of whats happening in my classroom, three years of ( Read more... )

i am already hearing the wispers... three days into school. this morning i walked back some a group of sixgrade girls on my way into the building. in small voices i heard the word, "gay". the third time this week. i heard it in the hall, i pretend not to hear. ITs my third year, i've heard it before, and delt with it. it still hurts. it hurts ( Read more... )

three more periods to go. I met the volitile classes, and the sweet ones. i have my work cut out for me this year, i can tell ( Read more... )

So the kids come on monday. I'm a little nervous. there are so many facets of teaching to consider when your in the classroom. You have to conduct a lesson, assess their work, manage their behavior, take attendance, record infractions, prepare supplies, all in one period. Its such a multi task job, i have so much trouble focussing ( Read more... )