Sunday, November 11, 2012
Truth
Story of my life growing up in a household with a Tiger Mom... not that I got Bs on the regular... just saying.
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
That One Kid
Each year's crop of kids brings that one kid that gets under your skin. This year's nugget, J, is by far the most active child I have ever witnessed. And he's the bane of my existence during the school day (way harsh, Ty).
He's reading at a Kindergarten level.
He's talkative.
He's hyperactive.
He can't do work independently.
He's constantly tapping me to ask a question or show me something.
He's always interrupting.
He shouts out.
BUT.....
He's also hilarious.
And he's adorably cute.
And sweet.
And creative.
And has a great smile.
And looks like a wolf.
And smart (despite the Kindergarten reading level, I know it's there. It's just being blocked by something. He ranked above average in math scores and has a memory like mine).
He was out today for a doctor's appointment. And it was a great day! The kids were on task... I wasn't raising my voice.... they weren't distracted. We were focused and learning and it was quiet.
Was it an easier day? Hell yes. Where we much more productive? Absolutely. But I missed him. A lot. I missed his face. And I missed his sense of humor. And I missed him drawing on my back while he tries to sit calmly on the carpet. But mostly I missed his presence. He's my one kid that gets under my skin the most but is also the one kid that everyone notices is missing on days like today. And the class just doesn't feel complete.
The important part to remember, for me, is that I missed him. And I can't wait for him to come back into class tomorrow. And, with all the negative feelings I've recently had for teaching and this school year, this development reminds me that I'm absolutely, 100% in the right profession.
He's reading at a Kindergarten level.
He's talkative.
He's hyperactive.
He can't do work independently.
He's constantly tapping me to ask a question or show me something.
He's always interrupting.
He shouts out.
BUT.....
He's also hilarious.
And he's adorably cute.
And sweet.
And creative.
And has a great smile.
And looks like a wolf.
And smart (despite the Kindergarten reading level, I know it's there. It's just being blocked by something. He ranked above average in math scores and has a memory like mine).
He was out today for a doctor's appointment. And it was a great day! The kids were on task... I wasn't raising my voice.... they weren't distracted. We were focused and learning and it was quiet.
Was it an easier day? Hell yes. Where we much more productive? Absolutely. But I missed him. A lot. I missed his face. And I missed his sense of humor. And I missed him drawing on my back while he tries to sit calmly on the carpet. But mostly I missed his presence. He's my one kid that gets under my skin the most but is also the one kid that everyone notices is missing on days like today. And the class just doesn't feel complete.
The important part to remember, for me, is that I missed him. And I can't wait for him to come back into class tomorrow. And, with all the negative feelings I've recently had for teaching and this school year, this development reminds me that I'm absolutely, 100% in the right profession.
Monday, November 5, 2012
Ursher. Perfection.
They say life is a battlefield
I say bring it on
If you wanna know how I feel
Live it till it's gone
I'm just saying that what don't kill
Only makes you strong
If you don't recognize what is real
Then forever is a long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long
Time, some things never change here we go again
Feel like i'm losing my mind
Shake it up, let it go I don't care anymore
Just go numb
You never know until you let go
Let's go numb
I can feel you now
Keep on doing the same old thing
And you expecting change
Well is that really insanity
Or just a losers' game
I only trust in the things I feel
Some may say that's strange
You better recognize what is real
Cause forever is a long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long
Time, some things never change here we go again
Feel like i'm losing my mind
Shake it up, let it go I don't care anymore
Just go numb
You never know until you let go
Let's go numb
I can feel you now
I can feel you now
I can feel you now
I can feel you now
But you can't feel it till you're numb
Shake it off, let it go I don't care anymore
I can feel you now
I can feel you now
I can feel you now
Can you feel it?
I say bring it on
If you wanna know how I feel
Live it till it's gone
I'm just saying that what don't kill
Only makes you strong
If you don't recognize what is real
Then forever is a long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long
Time, some things never change here we go again
Feel like i'm losing my mind
Shake it up, let it go I don't care anymore
Just go numb
You never know until you let go
Let's go numb
I can feel you now
Keep on doing the same old thing
And you expecting change
Well is that really insanity
Or just a losers' game
I only trust in the things I feel
Some may say that's strange
You better recognize what is real
Cause forever is a long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long
Time, some things never change here we go again
Feel like i'm losing my mind
Shake it up, let it go I don't care anymore
Just go numb
You never know until you let go
Let's go numb
I can feel you now
I can feel you now
I can feel you now
I can feel you now
But you can't feel it till you're numb
Shake it off, let it go I don't care anymore
I can feel you now
I can feel you now
I can feel you now
Can you feel it?
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
I cannot tell a lie...
I did it.
I was at M's wedding this past weekend when I did it. And you know what they say about weddings... what happens at a wedding stays at a wedding. No, wait. That's not right.
Well... there was lots of alcohol. And my nerves were on edge because of my fear of having to give the MOH speech and so I drank. A lot. When the speech was over and when the DJ had amped up the dance floor, that's when I did it. I'm not proud of it. But I did it anyway.
The first few beats of the song came on. And I felt it in my fingers. And my toes. That's when it happened. I did it. I did the Gangnam Style dance. On the dance floor. Surrounding by a ton of people. And I was right on beat.
Now, I wasn't the only one doing it... if that's what you were wondering. There was another Asian girl there that people were watching do this dance, too. And, playing way too much into the stereotype, we were totally hamming it up for people. It was interesting to see the different styles we brought to it. And when we thought that people were totally into it, we looked up and noticed that the crowd was watching someone else.
What? There couldn't be another Asian at the wedding. M and J only know two. When I finally looked up I saw that the amazing dancer was a tall, lanky, white Jewish teenager with a blonde 'fro. And he was singing all the words. I mean, I don't even know all the words (which should bring shame to my country). I would be lying if I said that I wasn't a little jealous. But he was incredible. And he was adorable and he was getting at it. He went H.A.M to Gangnam Style. You go boy!
So, there you have it friends. I did it. I kept calm and Gangnam Styled.
I was at M's wedding this past weekend when I did it. And you know what they say about weddings... what happens at a wedding stays at a wedding. No, wait. That's not right.
Well... there was lots of alcohol. And my nerves were on edge because of my fear of having to give the MOH speech and so I drank. A lot. When the speech was over and when the DJ had amped up the dance floor, that's when I did it. I'm not proud of it. But I did it anyway.
The first few beats of the song came on. And I felt it in my fingers. And my toes. That's when it happened. I did it. I did the Gangnam Style dance. On the dance floor. Surrounding by a ton of people. And I was right on beat.
Now, I wasn't the only one doing it... if that's what you were wondering. There was another Asian girl there that people were watching do this dance, too. And, playing way too much into the stereotype, we were totally hamming it up for people. It was interesting to see the different styles we brought to it. And when we thought that people were totally into it, we looked up and noticed that the crowd was watching someone else.
What? There couldn't be another Asian at the wedding. M and J only know two. When I finally looked up I saw that the amazing dancer was a tall, lanky, white Jewish teenager with a blonde 'fro. And he was singing all the words. I mean, I don't even know all the words (which should bring shame to my country). I would be lying if I said that I wasn't a little jealous. But he was incredible. And he was adorable and he was getting at it. He went H.A.M to Gangnam Style. You go boy!
So, there you have it friends. I did it. I kept calm and Gangnam Styled.
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
Maybe....
Maybe it's because I have cabin fever...
Maybe it's because I'm finally letting go of things...
Maybe it's because I looked up what "grey hairs" means in the dream dictionary after I dreamed it and finally wised up...
But I ran across this and I felt the need to share it with you all. It's from an episode of Grey's Anatomy. I used to watch this show religiously and quoted when needed. But life got in the way. Things got busy and complicated. And priorities where made. And I stopped watching. I"m slowly getting back into it and it's as if I never missed a beat. Regardless, I still love the writing from the show. I'm sure every girl out there who has ever had her heart broken has, at one point, felt the pain in this quote. Here you go...
On a brighter note... Hurricane Sandy turned out to be just like the Sandy in Grease... a big ole' tease. No power outages in Shirlington... just good friends, good food, good wine and horribly cheesy scary movies. Good thing we stocked up on liquor and Popeyes. Thanks for 2 days off of work for me to catch up on my grading... and sleeping... it was much needed.
Maybe it's because I'm finally letting go of things...
Maybe it's because I looked up what "grey hairs" means in the dream dictionary after I dreamed it and finally wised up...
But I ran across this and I felt the need to share it with you all. It's from an episode of Grey's Anatomy. I used to watch this show religiously and quoted when needed. But life got in the way. Things got busy and complicated. And priorities where made. And I stopped watching. I"m slowly getting back into it and it's as if I never missed a beat. Regardless, I still love the writing from the show. I'm sure every girl out there who has ever had her heart broken has, at one point, felt the pain in this quote. Here you go...
On a brighter note... Hurricane Sandy turned out to be just like the Sandy in Grease... a big ole' tease. No power outages in Shirlington... just good friends, good food, good wine and horribly cheesy scary movies. Good thing we stocked up on liquor and Popeyes. Thanks for 2 days off of work for me to catch up on my grading... and sleeping... it was much needed.
Thursday, October 25, 2012
How Could I Forget?
Oh man! Worst development of my life... worst day of my life!!
After a delicious dinner of pho and spring rolls (let us not forget completely embarrassing ourselves to the waiter and his FBI friends) I stopped by my friend A's new townhouse to see her and her new digs... but mostly to drop off her credit card that she forgot to get after binge drinking at my birthday party at Ozio. I mean, honestly, who let's the birthday girl in charge of closing people's tabs? She's lucky I was still coherent enough to do that. I digress...
So I get to her house and immediately being to cuddle with her puppy, P, on her bed. And as I'm looking around her room, my eyes beeline for a thin rectangular box. And my heart sinks. And I die a little inside. HOLY SHIT!! My Ollivander's wand from the Wizarding World of Harry Potter....
I didn't get it back after the break up. It's still at J's house. On a shelf... just sitting there. And I bet he doesn't even realize he has it. Sad pickles. Obviously I won't be getting it back. And I'm going to have to accept it... but now, riddle me this. If I were to go back to TWWOHP and go back to Ollivander's, would the same wand pick me again? Because, after all, it's the wand that picks you... not the other way around. Hmmm....
::the drama in this post has been greatly exaggerated, or has it?::
After a delicious dinner of pho and spring rolls (let us not forget completely embarrassing ourselves to the waiter and his FBI friends) I stopped by my friend A's new townhouse to see her and her new digs... but mostly to drop off her credit card that she forgot to get after binge drinking at my birthday party at Ozio. I mean, honestly, who let's the birthday girl in charge of closing people's tabs? She's lucky I was still coherent enough to do that. I digress...
So I get to her house and immediately being to cuddle with her puppy, P, on her bed. And as I'm looking around her room, my eyes beeline for a thin rectangular box. And my heart sinks. And I die a little inside. HOLY SHIT!! My Ollivander's wand from the Wizarding World of Harry Potter....
I didn't get it back after the break up. It's still at J's house. On a shelf... just sitting there. And I bet he doesn't even realize he has it. Sad pickles. Obviously I won't be getting it back. And I'm going to have to accept it... but now, riddle me this. If I were to go back to TWWOHP and go back to Ollivander's, would the same wand pick me again? Because, after all, it's the wand that picks you... not the other way around. Hmmm....
::the drama in this post has been greatly exaggerated, or has it?::
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Day of Birth
It's official. It's my birthday. And I'm not going to lie... I have mixed feelings about it. Not so much about being older. I'm having mixed feelings about change.
This time last year I was in a happy relationship and my bf at the time was planning (what turned out to be) the best birthday I've ever had. I had my friends there, my family was there... good entertainment and lots of alcohol at my favorite place at the time. This year's birthday had all the same making minus the bf. I have great friends. No. I have amazing friends. My family was there. There was plenty of entertainment. And plenty of alcohol.
So really, it wasn't that much different. And I'm not the kind of girl who is happy only when she has a bf. So, why did this make me have such mixed feelings? I'm not sure. Maybe it's because things change. And people change. And there's nothing I can do about it. I have to either embrace the change or let it change me.
So, for this new chapter of my life, that's what I'm going to do. I'm going to embrace the change. New dress size. New apartment with a new roommate. New school year. New hopes. New attitude.
Who is with me?
This time last year I was in a happy relationship and my bf at the time was planning (what turned out to be) the best birthday I've ever had. I had my friends there, my family was there... good entertainment and lots of alcohol at my favorite place at the time. This year's birthday had all the same making minus the bf. I have great friends. No. I have amazing friends. My family was there. There was plenty of entertainment. And plenty of alcohol.
So really, it wasn't that much different. And I'm not the kind of girl who is happy only when she has a bf. So, why did this make me have such mixed feelings? I'm not sure. Maybe it's because things change. And people change. And there's nothing I can do about it. I have to either embrace the change or let it change me.
So, for this new chapter of my life, that's what I'm going to do. I'm going to embrace the change. New dress size. New apartment with a new roommate. New school year. New hopes. New attitude.
Who is with me?
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