Saturday, September 24, 2016

Let's all walk in lock-step

I am getting tired of people assuming that because I am ____ I will do ___. A co-worker said yesterday that if every woman, black, Hispanic, and LGBT voted for Hillary, she would win. So every woman thinks like every other woman? Every black thinks like every other black? Every Hispanic thinks like every other Hispanic? Every LGBT thinks like every other LGBT? Let us forget, first, that she is lumping everyone into groups. Which is offensive. I am an individual and resist doing what i am told to do.

My second question is why, as someone who fought stereotypes for decades, who got where I am by fighting for it, why would I want someone who crows that she did as well, when she rode her husband's coattails?

I am listening to books on tape as I commute so I can ignore all the hatred this year. I feel better, and they are not changing my mind.

I am voting for Cthulhu.

Wednesday, September 7, 2016

Red flashing lights on a schoolbus means . . . . .

Obviously it means blow your horn because you are being inconvenienced - even the bus is really really good at keeping to a schedule.

Monday, September 5, 2016

The wheels go round and round and go nowhere

I have spent time since the accident dealing with all kinds of things they found because of the accident but weren't bothering me. The major thing is dealt with. A couple of smaller things need to be dealt with - but like i said, they weren't bothering me.

Now, I feel like I need to deal with things from the accident (soft tissue damage in my shoulder and leg) that are both bothering me. And I am so tired of doctors at this point.

And feeling very sorry for myself.

Sunday, August 21, 2016

Why I Detest Playing Games in Class

I am teaching a new course this year that has a lot of card matches. The school provides 1 ream of paper per week - and that isn't cardstock - so I made a class set.

Played the game in one period out of 4 - and 1/3 of the cards did not make it back at the end of class.

These are seniors.

The next class wanted me to create a new game for them.

Yeah, I have nothing better to do.

The difference a second can make

I was in a bad car accident a month ago.

I had 2 thoughts, seemed like several minutes apart, but in retrospect probably no more than a few seconds.

The first, as a car suddenly appeared in my lane, headed toward me "Oh, shit, I am going to hit her."

The second, after we hit, as I tried to catch my breath (airbags deployed, my seat either moved forward or the front of the car collapsed or both) "I can't breathe. I can't breathe, I am going to die." I watched the other driver jump out of her car, run to the other side screaming "my baby" and she opened the door to get her child out of the car.

I did catch my breath. I somehow opened my door and swung my legs out, and sat, my head in my hands, trying to catch my breath.

If I had been a little faster, she would have hit the driver's side that hard.

Sunday, August 7, 2016

Nickel and Dimed

For the past several years, the school has asked a nominal amount ($50) for various charities, in return for which you could wear jeans every Friday (36 times). Jeans is a small perk, not really necessary but enjoyable.

This year, they are asking for less money but each $5 gets you one jeans pass.

Guess who isn't giving any money?

I will just do without wearing jeans. And they can do without the "contribution."

Sunday, July 10, 2016

If you can't spell, how can you teach English?

I walked into a room at one point and found the following on the board:

Young immigrants in Texas Classroom
1) 150 young immigrants and refugees
2) Left their Country's (sic) because of the violence or war in Las Americas new comer's middle school
3) located in Houston's low income gulf town neighborhood
4) Principle (sic) Maria Moreno hired five new teachers and a social worker
5) has the history of helping people


{I added the (sic)}

BTW it was not a lesson of finding the errors.