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May 24th, 2009

Paper of the day.

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Definition written by a student for the vocabulary word skeptic:


a person who skeptisizes.


Definition written for the vocabulary word cosmic:


astronamer person (spelling is taken directly from paper).


For the spelling of cauterize, about half my classes are spelling it casterize. Uhm, ouch?
 

I'm going to vomit.

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Seriously. And literally. And no, I am not using literally incorrectly when I actually mean figuratively. I currently am feeling a great deal of nausea, thanks to the papers I'm grading.

If I see ONE MORE fragment or misspelling of the words "their", "there", or "they're", I'm going to hurl ALL OVER their papers.

Why do I bother trying to teach kids? Why do I dedicate my life to educating the snot nosed masses the correct and right way to do things when they just ignore me and continue to make the same mistakes over and over and over?

Oh right, I remember...I'm a masochist that loves to torture myself.

Teaching not only gives me moral dilemmas and headaches, it's also reeking havoc with my spelling. I just spelled fragment "fragement" and didn't catch it until I pasted this note into Microsoft Word to check my spelling. Shut up, I'm a nerd. At least you can't read my note and mock me endlessly for the next two years about how "you're an English teacher and you can't even spell! HAHAHA, that's so funny!" Buttface.

I also had a girl come up to me today in the hallway and in a dramatic stage whisper said, "Miss, what do we do if we hear someone cuss in the hall? Do I report their name to you?" I almost laughed in her face until I saw she was completely serious. I can just smell the trouble in her future. Oh honey, you are going to have so much to look forward to later in life, just wait. 

Afterthought: when did we learn how to change the plural spelling of shelf to shelves? I mean, really? You're still spelling the plural of shelf as shelfes? That was like, what, 2nd, 3rd grade? And you're 13 or 14 or even 15 now? Seriously? How depressing. This is why elitists get into powerful positions in the government of any given country. They're, you know, kind of smart. As opposed to the general masses who kind of aren't. And then the bad spellers are a rung lower than THEM.
Hey. Hey there people. So this is fun.

I'm at parent/teacher conferences right now. I am currently being reminded strongly of why I will no longer be doing this job next year.

Example 1: Angry email from mommy dearest two days ago.

Email: "OMG YOU ARE THE WORST TEACHER EVER BECAUSE MY SON HAS A B AND I HAVE TO WRITE A NOVEL TO TELL YOU HOW ANGRY I AM! RAWR! ANGRY THAT HE HAS A B! AND HE SHOULDN'T HAVE A B BECAUSE HE HAD AN A! AND HE WAS ABSENT AND YOU SHOULD HAVE TOLD HIM TO MAKE UP HIS TESTS AND SCHEDULED THEM FOR HIM AND HELD HIS HAND AND WIPED HIS BUTT!"

Ok, so the email wasn't exactly like that, but pretty close. Basically, this is the kind of parent who checks grades online every 3 minutes, writes novel emails in which she cuts you down to the core, and is a major helicopter that hovers. MAJOR.

My reply: "Dear mommy dearest, unfortunately, students must be responsible for making up their own work. It is their responsibility to know what they have missed by looking online and their responsibility to schedule to make it up. I do not have the ability to schedule 140 students' missing work for them every day. His grade and missing assignments have been posted online for two weeks, so I am unsure as to why you are just now emailing me at the last minute. I do hope you can communicate with your son that he is responsible to make up his work when he misses and that there is nothing wrong with a B, especially since your son isn't the smartest cookie in the jar."

I didn't actually write that either, but I told her basically the same stuff in a nicer more politically correct way.

Example 2 from today:

I had a scheduled meeting with all the team teachers this morning for a smart kid. He's a great kid, however, sometimes he can be a bit snotty and rude. So I mention during the meeting that I don't think he means to come across like this, but that he can be a bit abrupt and rude to me. I ask mommy if he sometimes is like that at home.

WELL HOLY CRAP. HI MOMMY BEAR.

Bear: "No. Maybe he just doesn't feel respected in your class."

Ok....Now, I think that my other students will attest to the fact that I try to treat every kid fairly. I like to kid and joke around with my students, which I think, shows that I care. So no offense lady, but what has a 7th grade 13 year old kid done to be respected for by a college educated 25 year old professional?

What actually comes out of my mouth is, "Has he said anything or is there any reason for you to think that?"

Bear: "I don't know, I'm not in your class." She then pointedly looks at the next teacher as if to say, done, next one.

My team leader is like, uhm, ok, on to Science? And I think everyone else is thinking...WTF?????!!!!!!

So that's been fun. Other than that, no one else has tried to rip my head off. Yea.

Ugh I say unto you teaching, UGH.



It’s the last days of my teaching career and I can’t help but contemplate everything that sucks in this job. In my opinion, teaching has got to be the most deceptive and abusive career available out there today, with the exception of a stewardess on an airplane. I don’t get food thrown at me or have passengers screaming at me on a daily basis.

The deception of teaching is placed under the banner of “improving self-esteem” or some crap like that. I can’t count the number of times I’ve actually wanted to tell a kid’s parents to back off, their student is NOT an A student. Their ability just doesn’t go that high. Sure, they’re great kids and try hard, but sometimes, that isn’t enough. It’s ok to make B’s. But what do we do? We coddle the students and force them to stress themselves, just so they can meet mommy and daddy’s expectation of being perfect. At the end of the year, the kids are frazzled, stressed and unable to enjoy being a kid, while the parents are justified in their ridiculous expectations. The teachers are cynical and bitter with their professions. We aren’t educating, we’re training monkeys to perform perfectly for state tests and parent demands.

Teaching is also deceptive for special education students. We force low performing students to be placed in classroom with all ranges of talent. They not only feel stupid, but they are afraid to ask for help, since they think that makes them LOOK stupid. They then perform lower because they don’t understand the material and oftentimes, refuse help when teachers try to give it. They think that makes them look weak. They are being primed for failure. I’m of the opinion that if a student is still performing at a 3rd grade level in the 8th grade, something is desperately wrong with our educational system. Perhaps they needed to have been held back in 3rd grade until they mastered the material. Perhaps they should have gone to summer school. Perhaps they should be in a self-contained classroom with others that are performing at a 3rd grade level. But don’t throw those kids into an 8th grade classroom. They are completely unprepared for the material, unable to master it, and since they don’t understand, become classroom disruptions to distract the students that CAN master the material. We tell them they can do anything and can perform at the level of other students, but sometimes, they can’t. Some students physically and mentally CANNOT meet the expectations we have for others. Instead of forcing them to meet stupid state requirements put together by a bunch of 80 year old retired teachers who have no idea of what teaching currently is like, we should have them meet requirements that fit their own developmental pace.

The verbal, and occasionally physical, abuse in teaching is at a ridiculous level. Not only are teachers abused verbally by students, we are also verbally abused by parents. Teaching isn’t about teaching anymore, it’s about meeting the demands of 120 parents daily, while fulfilling the job of a zookeeper, who trains and controls hyperactive animals. I have been screamed at, cussed at, had a book shoved into me, temper tantrums fit for a 5-year old thrown and students getting so pissed and refusing to leave the room that I actually fear they will stab me in the hand with a pencil. You should have the right to feel safe in your workplace, but teaching is one of the least safe environments for professionals. Not only do you have to worry about harassed kids shooting up schools, you also have to worry about crazy people in the community coming into the school and going on a rampage. Not to mention that there are all the Severe Emotionally Disturbed kids who can’t control their emotions and are literally, walking time bombs. And what happens when a tragedy occurs at the school? Who are the first to be blamed? The teachers. I see 120+ kids daily and I’m expected to monitor each student in my classroom and in the halls to look and search for any signs of harassment and teasing. That is completely impossible and unrealistic. With 30 kids just in my room, I might be able to do that. But over a hundred kids that fly in and out of my room all day and are a mass of congealed teens in the hallway? Where the noise level is so high in the hall that I can’t even heard myself think? Granted, there are those teachers who let that stuff slide in their classroom, but I feel that they are very rare. Shouldn’t it be the parents’ job to teach their children not to tease and be kind? No, apparently the parents can be as bigoted, racist and ignorant as they want, but they expect the teachers to erase anything the parents have imprinted on their children, re-teach them morals and politeness, then babysit them as we send them off into the workplace, completely perfectly cloned and free of emotionally scaring. It’s an impossible task and it pisses me off that the teachers are always the ones to blame. We’re handed these multiple and impossible tasks, yelled at when we try to explain how impossible they are, then blamed and berated when, in fact, all of these tasks are not completed at the level the community views as acceptable.

The parent abuse has steadily gotten worse and worse over the past three years that I have taught. The worst of it is through emails. Let’s look at a few examples, shall we? We’ll start with the subtle ones, then progress to the terrible:

"I know it's late in the year, but please don't be shy about contacting us directly! We need to nip this attitude in the bud right now!"

The context of this message was because her son was missing one assignment. He has a pretty average grade, definitely not down in the last two letters. Apparently, however, according to this mother, I am supposed to contact every parent every time their son/daughter is missing one assignment. Forget spending time on those students who are failing! I want my son to get an A!!! AAAAAAA!!!!!

"I still see that “Freddy” is missing a test. I keep telling him that he needs to ask you for it - can you make sure he gets it?"

So my policy is that students come in during lunch or study hall to make up these quizzes. They’re QUIZZES. They can’t take them home. This mother wanted me to go into the cafeteria during lunch, scout out around 200 kids and FIND her son, then FORCE him to take this quiz. Uh…no. See a problem with personal responsibility here?

"I understand why there is a dress code in place. I also pay very close attention to what my daughter wears to school and outside of the house. If you could please address any concerns you have with how she dresses to me from now on I would greatly appreciate it. At this age, keeping her self esteem up is something I am trying to focus on."

HAHAHAHAHAAHAHA. I laughed out loud when I got this. Her daughter’s skirt was VERY appropriate, until she got to school and hiked it up so it was a booty skirt. I didn’t even send her to the office, I just told her to fix it. The even better part was that her mom emailed me before school was even out, which means her daughter snuck into the bathroom with her cell phone to call and complain. The little guilt trip at the end of the email didn’t work at all by the way. I didn’t even bother replying to this. I answer to my principal, not her, so who is she to “run things by”?

"I’m still concerned as towards whether she was able to hand in all her projects, do all her homework and redo the quiz. What are you still missing from her and what work will you accept that can be done?"

Ok, “whether she was able to hand in all her projects”? I have no idea what this daughter told her mom, but apparently in fantasy land, her daughter tried to turn something in and because I “hate her”, I told her to screw off and didn’t take her assignment. Oh yeah, and all our assignments are online. So mom can look…online. To see what she is missing. It tells her. Right. There.

"In speaking with him on Friday, he indicated that he did indeed turn this before spring break. I am not sure what happened to the final report he handed in, but thankfully he saved his report on his laptop. I am hopeful that he can receive full credit for this report as it seems to have been misplaced. "

This was another one of my favorites. Her kid has consistently been failing off and on all year because he ALWAYS turns assignments in late. We call her every week because he’s missing something. But this time, it was just NOT POSSIBLE that her son didn’t turn his paper in on time. I HAD to have misplaced it. And let me add that if you know me at all, I’m one of the most anally organized people ever. My desk is spotless. All of the papers had been graded and even passed back to every kid, so I would have caught a missed paper. Alas…I took off late points anyway.

"I know she should have turned the paper in and I'm sure she deserved the late penalty. I guess I would have hoped you might remind her gently, and that there might be a little grace, given the situation and emotional shock she'd been through."

Again, seriously? Guilt trip? They used to work on me with my parents, but not with little children and overprotective mothers. This girl had a family member die and she was out of school for awhile. Instead of telling her teachers, the mom just assumed we’d magically know the situation and “take grace” on her. Then when we marked her off with late points, we were mean, evil, rude and snide jerks to her wonderful, precious, angelic daughter. I basically told her to notify us directly and let her kid off of the late points.

""On the Friday before Spring break when you had a substitute, he asked a question to the substitute and she told him to ask you after Spring break." This is his reason for turning in the report late but feels that because of these circumstances that he should not receive a late penalty. He really didn't want this email to be sent because he really likes you and I don't want you to think I am a fussy parent.:)"

I kind of like this one. The quotes crack me up because dad is “quoting” what his son told him. And really, when I give a deadline, then get sick, you can’t have a “question” the day it’s due and then get to turn the report in late without a penalty. You ask before it’s due. I gave him a late penalty anyway, but OH BEHOLD, he feels he should not get one. Although, I do like hearing that I am liked. :)

"I am concerned that “Billy” received a late grade on his research project when it may have been completed on time. I was told by him that he remembered turning it in on the 19th when all students were asked to place their finished project on the stool in your classroom. I would like for him to have an opportunity to get a better grade for a project that was finished on time."

These research papers sucked hard core. Again, a kid that has consistently turned things in late all year tells daddy that he turned it in on time and BAM! It is my fault! I lost it! I misplaced it! I am cruel and unusual in my punishment!!! Yea, I told his dad that his memory was wrong and I took off late points anyway. Seriously people.

"After looking, we discovered “Bob” had missing work in your class from when he was ill in February. I emailed “Bob’s” entire team asking for work he needed to do to stay caught up in his classes. When he returned he asked each teacher what needed to still be done. You never emailed me back that he should be studying for either week, nor when he returned did you tell him he needed to make these two tests up. "

This mother was a NIGHTMARE. She wrote novel emails. Now, “Bob’s” missing work had been posted online for like, 2 weeks. She waits until the LAST DAY of the quarter when I have to post grades to email this. I don’t email her about spelling quizzes because he has to get the answers from me first, can’t study until he gets the answers from me, and then has take the quiz with me during lunch. He knows this, as he’s been gone before and had to make up quizzes. I totally told him he needed to make these up, too. Once again, parents believe their irresponsible, immature children over an educated adult. Smart.

"We spoke with him and he mentioned that two boys in class were carrying on and being distracting. I also understand that he sits on the other side of the room from these two. In 7 years of schooling, we have never had an issue with him and his classroom behavior so I am hoping that you can elaborate on this."

Oh my goodness. So this kid was joining in with two others kids and being very rude and distracting during class. I email daddy to ask him to talk to him about his behavior, but “in 7 years of schooling we’ve never had a problem”, so I guess I’m the one that has a problem with their angelic little boy. He also lied to his daddy quite a bit over the year with problems in various classes with several teachers. Daddy believes him every time. So. Stupid.

"We are writing to you to express concern over the amount of work we are seeing come home compared to other years and other teams. “Carl” is a responsible worker and what is coming home is not because he didn't work in class--it is assigned work for home. We are avid supporters of a book and would be happy to share excerpts or the entire book with any of you."

Hahahaha. This is from nightmare mommy again. We had a meeting and figured out that “Carl” was doing assignments about a week or two ahead of time at home. He also was doing what was supposed to be classwork as homework. He would sit in class and do nothing because it was already done, but would sit at home for hours working on “homework.” It was ridiculous, but the parents simply would not believe us. It had to be our fault, not their sons.

"I was hoping that there might be simple handouts just so he would be able to keep up with his skills. I'll see if I can get something from The School for you to review to see where he left off in 5th grade. That may be helpful in assessing what he has already learned too. He has a lot of head knowledge - the trick may be to get him to incorporate his understanding into his writing."

I really love it when people tell me how to do my job. If they think they can do such a better job, why don’t they take over my classes? This was one of the first weird emails I got from parents at the beginning of the year. I guess she thought her kid was gifted, which he didn’t test as. Then she thought he should have advanced grammar practice, which he shouldn’t have had because he got a VERY average grade on the pre-test, indicating he didn’t know everything. Mother was going to deem it upon herself to pick up materials for me to use for her son in class. WOW, thanks.


So, besides email, phone and personal contact abuse, I have had a few good things happen from parents. For example, at the beginning of the year, I sent out handwritten cards introducing myself to the kid’s parents, or I should add, the parents of kids I thought would be a problem in the future. So…

"I just wanted to drop you a quick note of personal thanks for the handwritten card you sent, introducing yourself. I wanted to respond in the same handwritten fashion, but finding a card and stamp is causing too much delay and email is so easy. (Oh brother). Knowing that you care enough about your responsibility to educate my child to send the note really impressed me and I’m glad you are teaching him."

This kid ended up being a HUGE problem in my class, so now that the year is over, I find this email incredibly entertaining. He was loud, obnoxious, snotty, and disruptive. Dream child.

"On a more positive note, we have started reading Poe', "A Descent into the Maelstrom " out load."

Again, lmao. This mom knew I loved Poe and I guess that reading is quite a “load”. He he he.

"Hey,
Hello to you."

That was how this parent’s email started.

"Thanks for serving us."

That’s how the email ended. I think that sentence says a WORLD about what parents think of teachers.

"Thank you for all you are doing in the life of my son."

Man, that’s cheesy. I feel like I’m in the Twilight Zone.

"Thanks so much for the lovely note! We look forward to being your partner in “Pseudonym’s” education. He is a bright but very active kid with a relatively adult sense of humor; this has led to some self-control issues in some of his classes in the past."

Oh REALLY. That clued me in right away and boy, I was not surprised. He was a huge pain in the butt all year long. “Adult sense of humor”; someone watches too much Family Guy.

Although I do sometimes get good emails evaluating the good parts of my career, and even though I sometimes have kids confirm the value in what I’m doing, it isn’t enough. It’s not enough for one good thing said to overcome all the 20 negative emails and phone calls I get a week. Yeah, it’s nice to know that some people think I’m the greatest teacher and that they’ve learned a lot, but for me, it’s not enough to forget all the bad and negative things about teaching I hate. One good thing does not cancel out all the bad.

I’m completely pissed at my college, and actually, at most educational institutions who train teachers. It’s complete crap that we are taught. We’re taught about the unicorns and ponies and sparkles of teaching. They never teach about the grueling grading, pompous parents, asinine admins, and bitter, cynical, sarcastic “susies” of the teaching world. It’s a terrible injustice and it’s no wonder most teachers quit after 5 years. We expect the best, and we’re terrified and disappointed when we learn about the worst. Some people are able to take the worst things, deal with them, and focus only on the good. But for me, maybe it’s just my personality, but all I can focus on and think of is the bad, terrible, unjust and unfair practices on teaching. The good stuff is nice, but I can’t focus on it. It just goes through my mind, while the negative stays and dwells and grows into a huge monster of cynical bitterness.

All in all, I’m pissed that I spent four years of my life preparing inadequately for a profession I hate. I wish they would have let me know right away what it was really like, instead of wasting my money and time and years of my life. It sucks and I’m completely disillusioned about the entire teaching career choice now. However, I’m very excited to see what job I end up getting in July! I’m hoping it’s completely crazy and different than anything else I’ve ever done in my entire life. What do you guys think: assassin or exotic dancer???

January 16th, 2009

Inauguration

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Anyone have a ticket to the inauguration and the ball you want to give up to me? Anyone? I'll be willing to give a hug for it. Maybe even a peck on the cheek. PLEASE?!?!

January 15th, 2009

WTF?!?!

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I got called "Sister Christian" today in a rather demeaning manner by a teacher at work. I mean, COME ON! I don't call you Mr. Athiest or Brother Jackass. How come you get to call me those things? And of course, no one on my team stands up for me, so I kind of just laugh it off. Talk about feeling completely alone. The thing that really ticks me off is that sometimes, I don't even like church or God or being a Christian. There are times I want to quit. But when people start making fun of me for how they perceive me, it makes me very offended for all Christians. And it makes me want to be "more Christian", just to be antagonistic.

I'm also starting to realize the downside to moving right before you get engaged. And I know this is ridiculously girly, but I really wanted an engagement party thrown for us. And if not that, a wedding shower? Or a bridal shower? Or how about just a night out with the girls? But when you still don't have any friends in the state and your buddies are 2000 miles away and everyone at works hates your guts, I guess you don't get those things? Tough it out? Suck it up? Be a soldier? Boo hoo? Freaking lame asses.

January 14th, 2009

Idol rants

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I found this link on fark today at work: 
http://www.nytimes.com/2009/01/14/world/asia/14kandahar.html?ex=1389589200&en=716b9f31b0084490&ei=5124

It really pisses me off. But also makes me pretty proud of those girls. Sticking it to the man is the only way the lives of those women are going to improve and get better. Sitting back and doing nothing only makes the situation worse. DAMN THE MAN.

American Idol started last night and while I did not watch it, I did hear recaps on the radio this morning. I don't know, maybe I'm the only American that feels this way, but I don't like American Idol. I think it's really pretty cruel. And I know the contestants bring it on themselves, but why do we feel a need to make fun of people for taking a chance on something and trying their hardest? Ok, they suck, I agree, but there's a difference between telling them they just aren't going to make it and spending the next two minutes yelling at them for how stupid they are to ever possibly think they could achieve their dreams. Isn't this the opposite of what we try to teach kids in school? That they can do whatever they want? To try their hardest at everything they do? To be kind to others and stop bullying? Because that's what I really see American Idol as; a big bullying competition until the best and most popular rise to the top and step on everyone else to get there.

January 9th, 2009

I don't know what it is about Christmas and Thanksgiving and such, but I really hate the holidays. Maybe it's because I have to spend it with family? I don't know.

I got a tattoo. Really. No, SERIOUSLY, it looks like this: 

 

On my right hip. I heart it bunches. And yes it has significance, not like those Chinese symbols everyone gets, but I'm not going to write it down because my fingers hurt and you all have google, so look it up! Type in ankh.

I don't read many modern fiction writers, but I've recently become hooked on Jodi Picoult. So far, The Plain Truth is the best book I've read. It's fantastic and she's such an amazing writer. She researches all this complex information and portrays it in such a way that you feel apart of the character dilemma.

Recently, I've begun to think that I'm a rather boring person to be around. Take for instance the people I work with at school. They've been doing little things recently like leaving me out of emails, starting meetings without me, going out to lunch without me, etc. It's annoying and makes me feel pretty crappy about myself. So instead of telling them to suck it and refusing to associate with them, I find myself still continuing to socialize with them under the various excuses of "it's part of my job" and "my principal expects it of me." This is a pathetic excuse I tell myself, since I've told my principal I'm having problems with them. I've also decided not to teach after this year, but that won't be made public public until Marchish. I'm so sick of being grumpy and stressed out every day with zero patience left when I get home. I'm not living my life, I'm sacrificing myself to the great corporate machine of education. And it's not worth it.

Anyway, it's almost like I want to hurt myself, since I keep hanging around these people. Instead of telling them to fuck themselves, I just clam up. I refuse to talk or take part of the conversation, I simply listen and tally silently the various affronts to my ego that are taking place. It's freaking retarded. I'm either the world's most idiotic person, or I'm so boring to be around that I have to silence myself and take on the persona of an amoebae in order to please those around me. I'm an idiot, but thank god I only have 4 months left.

December 5th, 2008

FRIDAY, OMG.

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I'm going to a therapist. She's pretty cool. She thinks I've been "triangulated." No, not the math or political triangulation, the psychological one.

I recently finished the Witch of Portobello by Coehlo, who is from Portugal, if you didn't know. And once again, I've realized HOW much I hate all that New Age feel goodery crap. The entire book is awful. The writer isn't necessarily awful, but the content and the character and the feelings and dialogue....ok, yeah, the writer kind of sucks. Character 1 asks, "Do you like me?" Character 2 replies, "The question is not if I like you, it's if you like yourself. Thou art the light amongst others and the power that flows throughout thy viens shall power the world..." See, I can write like him too! 

It's been snowing a lot lately and I kind of love it.

I'm reading Eat, Pray and Love by Elizabeth Gilbert right now. It's a mix of humor, New Age crap, and travel wisdom. It's better than Coehlo, at least.

Speaking of books I like better than the Witch one, I'd even put Twilight above this book. It's THAT BAD, and Twilight is THAT MUCH BETTER.

November 13th, 2008

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Grading projects is taking up about 80% of my life right now-no joke.

I was told two days ago that I am financially irresponbile and not capable of planning my own wedding, so it will be planned for me.

I'm dying to elope over Christmas.

I finally finished the NightWatch series by Sergei Lukyanenko. The second and third ones kicked butt, even if the first one kind of sucked. Hey, that rhymed.

Twilight movie next Friday, OMFG.

I haven't decided if I want to teach next year or not, but turns out, that decision may be made for me! Our little mill levy thing didn't pass, which means all the people in my community decided schools have too much money and they don't want me to get paid more. Which is retarded, if you didn't get that. So I may not even have a job next year.

I spent a ridiculous amount of money on eyeglasses and contacts recently and now I just found out that my car is shit and needs all this work done on it for about a thousand. Yeah credit card debt for the next 6 months! 

That's joyous news, especially when you realize that your parents probably aren't going to pay for anything for your wedding and you're going to have to pay for everything if you want the wedding YOU want.

Hermit living is looking really good right now.

October 27th, 2008

I hate politics.

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So, I hate politics. And I hate that it's always assumed that Christians are Republicans and Atheists are Democrats.

I think a lot of preachers scare Christians into thinking they have to vote Republican because a lot of Republicans are pro-life. And...that's ridiculous. Lots of people think they'll go to hell if they vote for a Democrat that says he's pro-abortion. Well, I had a radical thought.

Lots of Christians liked Bush because he was pro-life. But did he do anything to stop abortions happening? Did he stop a practice that has been going on in this country for decades? Did he change people's minds and the legislation of individual states? No. All he did was say he was against it. Whether you like it or not, abortion is going to stay in this country for a long, long time. And one president isn't going to do anything to change that. Yeah, he may personally not like it, but he's not going to risk alienating half of the country's voters by outlawing it all together.

So if a Republican isn't going to stop abortion and that's the only reason Christians are voting for them, why can't they vote for Democrats? Democrats may personally agree or disagree with abortion, but in legislation, they'll do the same things as Republicans. So, it's a ridiculous reason to vote for someone based on abortion.

And lastly in my rant, I hate most of the Republicans here. MOST that is. Here's a quote from a Republican pamphlet that I got in the mail today.

" Only one party has proven they will never retreat under pressure from terrorists or the nations that harbor them. Only one party has pledged to pursue terrorists until Islamic radicalism is defeated. Only one party is committed to keeping America safe, while Democrats have called for our surrender in Iraq, pledging to meet with dictators and tyrants with no preconditions..." 

THAT is infuriating. First, we went to Afghanistan to pursue terrorists and went to Iraq for oil, because we are idiots. Second, we are not the world police. Third, why is it assumed that Republicans are going to save America and apparently, Democrats hate America and want to watch it burn and destroy itself? Isn't that a little, I don't know, RETARDED to say that half of America wants us to die a horrible, horrible death? Fourth, how DARE we try to work things out peacefully?!? We are so stupid for trying to NOT go to war! Damn us all! 

You should all watch the movie W. It was awesome, and I know it's Hollywood and probably not all accurate, but I loved it. Watch it. Hug it. Embrace it.

October 15th, 2008

People are still retarded

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So I'm in a meeting with the team and we're talking to a parent. She asks the question if it's ok for her middle-school aged child to read Frank Peritti. I tell her that he's a Christian horror author and she doesn't need to worry about gory details and sex and blood, etc. The science teacher says very sarcastically, "Oh, he's a CHRISTIAN horror author! Then it's ok for him to read horror!" 

WHAT???!!!!???? First, you don't say that in a parent meeting, acting like the parent is an idiot. Second, what the HELL?!? I swear to gravy, every time I mention the word Christian or church or whatever hell else religious reference, people react like they've been shot with a nuclear weapon. WHAT THE HECK???!!

Do I think it's retarded that some people only read Christian authors? Yes. Do I think it's retarded that some people only listen to Christian music? Yes. Do I subtley make fun of those people behind their backs? Yes. Do I tell them that they're retarded to their face? NO! You don't DO that! People have the right to do whatever the hell they want and why do people feel they can crap all over it? 

Here's another great idea! Let's let people do whatever they want and not make little vocal jabs at them! Like making fun of them is going to change anything anyway. If I made a comment about Islam or Buddhists like that in front of a parent, I'd be fined and called a hateful bigot and everything else under the sun. DAMN, how DARE that parent want to shield her 13 year-old child from sex and gore and blood. Of ALL the nerve.

Oh this is hilarious.

 

I’m reading this girl's autobiography of her memories of the day before kindergarten started. She went to the Rio in Las Vegas to have dinner and she remembers talking about MANNERS at dinner. To a five year old. In the Rio. Can we say WASPY?????

That just made my whole day.

THAT'S IT

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I hate teaching. The kids are ok, but SO needy and annoying. They ask the same questions over and over.

Teaching is also boring. YOU try teaching the same lesson 5  times a day and then repeat it twenty times in study hall to the kids who didn't listen. Gosh you stupid piece of crappy fish! LISTEN DAMMIT, LISTEN!

PARENTS SUCK. OMG do they suck. I got an email from a parent today mad that her son got an F. Did I mention that the kid didn't turn in an assignment that was worth a 100 points? But is that his fault? NO. It's mine because I should have called and I should have done this and I should have done that. Hey! I have an idea! Let's stop making the kids accountable and blame everyone and their mom for something that isn't their responsibility! Yes, that sounds good! 

And if I have one more parent blame their kid's inability to turn stuff in to their dyslexia, I'm going to blow a cow. Dyslexia means you can't read, not that you have no memory and that your hands are physically chopped off to prevent you handing a paper to me.

I'm quitting at the end of this year, I swear to everything holy and good.

The psychologist at school is a freak. He sent out an email. My fellow comrades and I have amended it to show off his weirdness.

Dear faceless person I work with,

I will be available all day to come interrupt your conferences with my weirdness. My cell is 555-creepy, please call so I feel important and actually use my minutes talking to someone other than my mother.

Sincerely,

DR Nosh. Oh, did I mention I was a doctor? Dr. Nosh

Yea. I KNOW. I hate life. And my job. GOSH.

October 10th, 2008

Therapist

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I went to see a pre-marital counselor with my fiance last night. She asked about our backgrounds. I was able to talk for 30 minutes EASILY about my parents. The more I kept talking, the more her eyebrows rose up into her hairline. At one point she said, "Are you serious? Really?" I replied, "Oh yeah, I can't make this stuff up. No one would believe me."

It's nice to get validation that your family is, indeed, psychotic.

I read a story I wrote to my classes yesterday IN AN IRISH ACCENT. They loved it. They love me. I have to say, it was pretty fun.

I'm going on a field trip today with the classes. Let the mass chaos begin. Excedrin, I love you.

October 9th, 2008

Money

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Money. I kind of hate it. It's used for manipulation, for control, for being a dictator.

It's also kind of cool, when used for things like buying books and shopping.

Mother informed me last night that we would NOT be having my bridesmaids stay in HER house a week before the wedding and that she would NOT be putting them up and feeding them for a week. Hospitable.

She also informed me that we would NOT be having a wedding like the weddings of my friends. This would be formal and traditional and in class.

First, I like how she keeps using "we". We huh? I thought this should be about "me"? I'm sure I got that memo somewhere....

Second, I like how she was adament that "we" would not be having my bridesmaids down here a week before the wedding, but when I said I would pay to take them to dinner or put them up in a hotel, oh well, that is just dandy. Of course, she whines and complains about how I shouldn't spend my money, but as long as she isn't paying for it, it's ok. With her that is. Not that I give a shit what she thinks.

It's always about money.

Money sucks.

In fact, life sucks.

I'm ready to elope.

October 8th, 2008

Emails on a Wednesday

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Me: "I'm going to look up some photographers today."

Mom: "OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHY ARE YOU IN SUCH A RUSH??!!! THIS

DOESN"T HAVE TO BE DECIDED THIS VERY SECOND!!! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU???

WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO SPEND SOOOOOOOO MUCH MONEY??!! JUST GO TO JC PENNY TO

TAKE PICTURES!!!!!!"



Yep. I'm not exaggerating. AT ALL. I'm not a whiny spoiled brat....am I? That is not a rhetorical question.

School is ok. It's school. I grade. Life is ok. It's fall. Cool. Yea.  

October 7th, 2008

Fall

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So, I got engaged Saturday. That's fun. I really am excited, but not like, about to pee my pants excited. I've expected it for a long time so now, it's kind of like, good-finally! About time! 

I've only been engaged two days and my parents are already being assholes about it. Mom likes to control everything and make nasty little comments every time I mention something I would like to have or something I would like to wear. She can be a real bitch sometimes. It's almost like she feels it's her duty to crush anything I like so I won't become vain and have a narcassistic disorder. No problem mom, you made sure to crush any free will I had a long time ago. Anyway, it's annoying and I mentioned to mom that it was annoying last night. So of course, my mother plays the pity party act by crying to my father, who calls me on my cell phone and proceeds to ask me, "Do you know what the greatest joy of being a mother is?" Uhm, I don't know, giving birth? What the hell do I care? 

So dad gripes me out about how I'm selfish and not being sensitive and not letting mom help with wedding shit. DAMN, I've only been engaged TWO DAYS. Lighten the freak up dude. I interrupted him and said something about how I didn't care if mom helped but this shouldn't be mom's wedding #2. It's mine. He got pissed and hung up on me. Mature. My parents are kind of...no, they really ARE assholes a lot of the time. Most of the time actually. Mom is good at controlling my personality and emotions and dad is good at the emotional manipulative game. It's like a freaking war zone every time I walk in my old house with them. You never know when something is going to blow up or when you say the wrong thing and get shot for it. It's retarded.

I'm seriously considering eloping. Then I can say to mom, do whatever the fuck you want. Put me in a cupcake with a purple boa for all I care. Then everyone will be happy and I can forget the fact that I have EIGHT MORE MONTHS of putting up with their idiotic mental disorders.

October 3rd, 2008

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Oh buckets of pine needles, I LOVE Fridays. They are fantastic.

I made henna last night, so I'll be applying it tonight or tomorrow. Ya. Hoo.

I ran around today to get 10 kids to make up their work so I didn't have to call their parents. Parents are the worst. I hate talking to them. You either lie through your teeth and tell the parents their kid is the specialist of the specialist of the specials, or you get yelled at for telling the parent their kid sucks at life. Either way.

No Twilight book club this week. Next week should be interesting. YEAH CHEESY YOUTUBE FANMADE VIDEOS OF BELLA AND EDWARD! *sparkle*

I'm reading A Great and Terrible Beauty right now. I'm not sure how I feel about it yet. Interesting. And annoying.

There's this program on the radio in the mornings where girls call in and confront their boyfriends that they think are cheating. ON THE AIR. It's weird and reminds me of that Springer show. Talk about airing your dirty laundry.

And I'm done. Ta Ta for now.

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