Sooo the trip was a success…and nobody bothered me about my makeup. In fact, we weren’t bothered by anyone at all.. My friend made it through security with an opened water bottle. I don’t blame her for doing it considering it was her first flight and all…but hello? It was sitting at the top of her purse and they didn’t seem to give a crap. I watched her pick it up and wondered how she got it across. What happened to the 3.4 ounce rule?…Later on, I realized one of my friends packed a razor in her carry on… I was just going to shave and test my luck for two days and leave it at that. Turns out, she packed a razor…which you’re also not supposed to do unless it’s in a cartridge. I’ll admit, the new guidelines make it a pain to pack, but what’s the point if nobody’s checking? o_O
I’m leaving for Florida tomorrow morning…
and I don’t plan on returning for a long long time.
I wish. I’m up to my neck in work and I can’t breathe. All I want is a vacation. Instead I’m going to Florida for two days for a conference where instead of enjoying the nice warm weather, I’ll get to sit inside all day and enjoy endless workshops about edjumakayshon. Don’t get me wrong. I’m all about the stuff. Great stuff. Everyone should get one. But I seriously need a BREAK from it. When your edjumakayshon is all about edjumakayshon, your brain begins to develop a serious desperation for air. At least I’ll get a nice change of scenery… that might help just a bit. Oh, and it’s free… which is also a bonus.
So my point was… oh right. I’ve been frantically researching airline info… It’s been a few years since I’ve been on a plane and I’m definitely not up to date with any of the regulations. One site tells me one thing, another site tells me another thing, and this site doesn’t tell me anything at all. soooo I’m just gonna hope for the best and be prepared to avoid losing my mind if they try and steal all my makeup.
I hate the cold. Mostly because I have to sit in my car for five minutes waiting for it to warm up before I leave. These are the LONGEST five minutes of my day. To just sit there, freezing my butt off, waiting for the stupid car to warm up. I’ve thought about just taking my makeup into the car and doing it while I wait but I had to rule that out due to my stupid eyelashes that are incapable of curling without heat. That’s right. I have to wave my eyelash curler in front of my heater for a few seconds before I use it so I can get the little buggers to curl the tiniest bit. Otherwise, the fall flat…like pointing straight down flat. I’ve tried so many different mascaras and curlers… I find heat is the way to go. Unfortunately, there is none of that within the five minutes waiting for my car.
And… I refuse to wake up any earlier. So it’s always a scramble to get out the door in time. Who knew five minutes could make all the difference?
“Kookaburra sits in the old gum tree
Merry, merry king of the bush is he
Laugh, Kookaburra! Laugh, Kookaburra!
Gay your life must be”
I observed my kids’ music class this past week and they were singing/analyzing this song. My whole life I thought the song was about a cuckoo bird. nope, turns out it’s about some aussie bird who’s call sounds like a laugh. I felt like I had been in the dark for so many years. I blame my elementary school music teacher. And I just had to youtube it when i got home…and got a huge kick out of it. This ones for you Mrs. Kippur…
so I’ve been mixing up my breakfast these past couple of days to see what will suffice me until lunch. I can’t remember the last time I was forced not to eat for 5 hrs in between meals. Yeahhh I know 5 hrs isn’t much, but when you use up all your energy on the kids, I’m ready to eat in 3 hrs. I’m not even allowed to drink water or have snacks in between cuz I “shouldn’t eat in front of the kids when they’re not allowed to…” ermm I get the respect and all, but I though that was one of the few perks of being a teacher. Being able to eat in front of the kids! and they dont have lunch until 11:40!! The latest I can have breakfast is 6:30. So far…
1 bowl of special k: starving by 9
1 bowl of kashi: starving by 9:45
scrambled eggs: starving.
2 scrambled eggs: starving by 9
scrambled eggs with cheese on bread: too lactose intolerant for cheese in the morning.
scrambled eggs with dried shredded pork on bread: got me through till 11. but takes way too long…
this morning I had sunny side up, and while i was making my sunny side up I was munchin on a bowl of kashi so lets see how this goes. I think I’m good on time too cuz I’m knockin out one while I’m making the other.
Oh! and of course all of these come with a cup of coffee… I have my second cup on my way to the school since I have all the time in the world sitting in traffic -_-;;
So my goal this weekend was to finish my homework/readings by Sunday. It’s saturday and I’ve come to realize that I can’t get any work done at home.
I try to work in my room, but daddy is blasting taiwanese dramas next door.
When I need internet, the only place I can steal wireless is from my dining room…very uncomfortable chairs…
I can hear bro yelling from basement at his computer geeks friends when I sit at dining room table.
No where else in the house has internet access except the dsl my dad is hogging and the comcast my bro refuses to share.
This internet barely works. I get one bar of signal most of the time making it really shaky.
oh yeah and I hate homework.
mmm This past week couldn’t have been more stressful. It really gave me a look at what teacher planning would be like. I spend the first couple of days putting up bulletin boards and posters and simply decorating all corners of the classroom. In between all of that was endless MEETINGS. I’ve never sat through so many boring meetings in my life. sexual harassment, H1N1, curriculum, standardized tests…and boy could I go on about the standardized testing. Every grade got their scores and made the ayp and all that crap, but it was completely ridiculous. My teachers were explaining to me that they had a much harder time with their kids last year b/c they were all really low and needed special assistance. How are you going to compare such students. ugh i cant start my rant otherwise it’ll never stop. moving on. I hate comcast. I hate them with a passion. Too angry to blog about it now. Will complain more later. GR.
So my university email account has this security thing that makes us change our passwords every 90 days or so… I know it’s safe for security measures and all…but seriously, it’s testing my cerebrum which could be better. I changed my password last week again and I was all out of fresh ideas…so I think I made something up. yet I can’t seem to remember what I changed it to. *sigh*…guess i’ll keep trying until it kicks me off.
So I finally got around to watching confessions of a shopaholic after shopaholics around me kept making references to it. Overall, it was a pretty good movie. It had its cute stuff and relatable stuff and wasn’t as dumb as I was expecting it to be. Of course by the end of the movie it makes you feel bad about all the clothes and shoes in your closet…but apparently not bad enough. Cuz the next day I get a sale email and bam, purchased two tops and a bottom. Of course I told myself they were all school appropriate clothing and since I was purchasing them for my internship it was considered an investment into my future career… yes… moving on. With all my friends out of town this weekend, redbox became my friend and I watched Watchmen too. Pretty epic movie and I’m surprised I was able to sit through it (I wouldn’t say the same for Street Figher, Don’t watch it. whatever you do. you won’t make it to the end). Unfortunately…I didn’t pay much attention to the rated R for blood and violence and got kicked in the butt with it. The movie held way too much gore for my stomach. I had to look away multiple times just so that I didn’t lose my dinner. The movies got enough blood for a transfusion and my stomach was barely able to take it. Aside from the blood it was a great movie… can’t say the same about street fighter.
I got back from camping a week ago and was glad I went. Aside from having to dig your own poo hole and sleeping on rocks, there’s something rather peaceful about the experience. I came back rather refreshed and feeling carefree only to attack a week of stress and pain. I come back to endless emails about what my semester is going to look like and assignments for the beginning of the semester. It’s not even August yet! I still have my summer! Stop trying to take it away from me by telling me I’m a senior. hmph. That on top of waking up at 6 to get pood and drooled on and busy work at the office just totally took away the peace I obtained during my week in the woods. My weeks just seemed to cancel each other out… that’s the problem with summer. I come back from vacation and I just want to go on another vacation…
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November 10, 2009 8:19 pm | 
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