Sunday, March 30, 2008
My Aunt Karen is not doing well at all, and is now going through with a long overdue divorce from her ass hole of a husband. She is going to be released from the hospital soon, but was told by her husband she is not allowed to come home. He told the doctors he won't care for her, that he "can't" care for her.. even with in home nursing care. She is on her own. For a time, it looked as if she was going to move in here, but it has finally become clear to my mom and family that this will not be the place for her to stay. We cannot take care of her, even with the nursing staff. My mom is now faced with the tough task of finding a nursing facility to relocate her to.
I am so exhausted, and don't have the energy to do much more than sleep and lay on the couch. I have notes to finish up for my class on Thursday, but I keep putting it off. Little if any ambition.
Yesterday was my good friend Jacqui's wedding. My sister Kristy went with me. Would have been better if I had a real date with me, but we still had a blast. We sat with some of Jacqui's other gay friends, and friends from high school. What a good time... we all got pretty hammered, and were out dancing, laughing, and loving life. I needed it!! One of the guys at the table, Paul is pretty damn hot, and has such a great and outgoing personality. Unfortunately, he's taken. His boyfriend Tom is a good guy too.... proving that all the good guys are taken.
Monday, March 24, 2008
Saturday, March 8, 2008
Wednesday was my last day at my the school I have been working in for the past eight weeks. It was very hard for me to say goodbye to all my students, and to the faculty and staff that have been wonderful friends and colleagues to me during my stay there.
The students brought food and threw a party for me in each of my classes. They passed around cards and signed them... which meant a lot to me. We took class photos, and enjoyed our last day together. I have to admit, I did tear up a bit. My 11th graders even invited me back to help them review for their regents exam in June.
The teachers bought bagels for the office in my honor, and my co-operating teacher gave me a beautiful picture book on the wonders of the world, with a kind inscription from her on the back cover. Another teacher with whom I become good friends with gave me a mug for teachers with a nice inspirational quote on it.
While it was very difficult in the beginning.. I will miss working there very much. It was a real family environment, one I adapted to quickly. I ended up staying in the school until a little after 5pm correcting papers from a project I had assigned. I didn't want to leave it for my cooperating teacher to deal with. As I left and turned out the lights to "my" classroom, I took one last look around the room in which I had my first REAL teaching experience. I shook my head and closed the door.... It's not easy, and I don't know what the future holds in terms of employment, but I know in my heart, this is what I was meant to do.
Monday, March 3, 2008
Apparently, the Wow factor is that part of you that really wants to be with this person, and is what makes you keep thinking about them even when they aren't there. Something just clicks inside of your heart and mind. Curious. Does the Wow factor have to be there immediately, or is it supposed to grow over time?? The consensus from the ladies in the department is that it needs to be there from the onset.
I have met quite a few guys since the Christmas holiday. Very rarely has the Wow factor kicked in. When it does, it's usually for the guys who aren't interested in me, or after getting to know them better, I discover they aren't exactly what I am looking for. I was kind of hoping the Wow factor would develop over time, but maybe if it isn't there from the start, it never will be.
I'm always afraid of hurting someone else or leading someone on.. so I play it safe and just step aside.
Sunday, March 2, 2008
Wednesday, I intercepted my first note as a teacher, during period 8. I knew the kids were up to something because they were more chatty than normal, and kept looking at me and then giggling. It was making me so mad.. I had no idea what was causing so much commotion, and what was so funny about me... I even checked my fly just in case. Each time I’d turn my back to the class to jot something down on the board, they would start to snicker.
Mrs. E was out in the hallway laughing the whole time. To think, she was encouraging my students to pass notes in my class! I told the class that if they wanted to do something nice for me, to get me a bottle of Advil as they give me a headache each day. Some how, I couldn't get as aggravated with them after that moment.