And so it begins...

Horrible grammar is everywhere...even in the stores and businesses locally. For some reason I can't upload an entry with a picture, so I will put one up later today...

Overheard Conversation

Ah...students are amusing...It's really amazing the kinds of things you overhear as a teacher. My students are getting ready to wrap up the year, so they're doing review packets. During this process, they get to work in groups, and some of the conversations they have...well, they're just ridiculous.

"It's my FINGER!!"-spoken by one student who coated her hand with glue and then peeled it off.

"You're a dirty girl!"-spoken by same student in reference to another student.

"It's my SPERM!"-spoken by a student in reference to a piece of plastic that they fashioned into a sort of fish-like shape...which was then stuck into the aforementioned bottle of glue, carried around the classroom, etc.

Administration Sucks

I don't understand the administration here. They're here to support teachers, to help us when we need it. The administrator on my hall, however, has it out for all of us. He doesn't want to help. I feel that the only reason he ever stops by my room is to find something that I am doing wrong so that I can get in trouble for it. And it doesn't stop there. Oh no. Not only does he have it out for me, he makes sure that the other administrators know that things aren't perfect in my class either. I'm seriously unhappy here. *grumble*

I'm human

It's weird that as a teacher I'm not supposed to have feelings. I feel as if I'm not supposed to let my students know that I have a heart, that I'm supposed to keep them thinking that I'm just a robotic teaching machine. I can't help it. Today they saw me for me. A human being who not only thinks, but feels as well. It's an odd feeling when you have a classroom filled with 20 some odd students and they see a part of you like that. It's as if you suddenly are so vulnerable. It's very odd.

I didn't have a full mental breakdown. I managed to control most of it. But I did start tearing up a little as I told them how frustrated I get with them. I think they all learned something from that experience. It kinda shocked me.

"Youth Culture Killed My Dog"

You know...I really can't stand this whole "gang culture" fad that has hit high schools in recent years. Good students get involved with the wrong people and end up in trouble while the really bad kids sit there day after day with their attitudes...*sigh* I don't know what to do. What drives them to be a part of this subculture? How do they think this is a good idea. It's as if they have no morals anymore, we've subverted back to a society that is based solely on acting on base instincts. I sometimes seriously fear for our future. I wish that there was more that we could do to prevent these kids from taking this path. I try and keep my students engaged. I don't know why they don't see the hope and the opportunities that are out there. *sigh*

Tattoo

I've been mulling the idea over in my head. I know, I'm not one to really get a tattoo...but I don't know. Lately, it's been an idea that's been sitting with me, and I can't shake it. Maybe that's because My Dear Fiancee (DF from now on) would think it would be hot. :)
If I were going to get one though, I'm almost positive that it would have to be words. I guess it's just the English teacher in me. So I was scouring the internet for a little bit, looking for great quotes to maybe wear on my body for the rest of time. Here are some quotes that I really liked...

"Love comforteth like sunshine after rain"-Shakespeare

"Love as thou wilt"- Jacqueline Carey (Kushiel books)

"That which yields is not always weak"- Carey

"All Knowledge Is Worth Knowing"-Carey (again)

"'Tis the mind that makes the body rich"-Shakespeare

I dunno. I'm still looking around. But I think that something about love or knowledge or both would be something I would be proud to wear. Maybe accompany it with a cute flower or something. I don't know. Just a musing. *shrug*

Song of Stress

You think you know what it's like?
Think that your life is rough?
Let me tell you something son,
You're life ain't that tough.
See, the way I see it
You have your path in front of you
Choose to walk it, or walk away
I can't tell you what to do
But you want to complain
when I make a suggestion
Want to get up and walk out
When I mention
That there's work to be done.
You leave this room
without a thought about how you make ME feel.
But I'm angry, fighting, yelling, crying inside
Over WHAT!? A spoiled child who doesn't
give a rat's ass as to what I'm trying to say
Doesn't care about me.
Why should I care?
But I do.
I come back hoping, praying...
that one day I'll get through.