Student Teaching
I will try to remain brief and positive about this. Tommorrow I return to school and attitude is everything. sundays are my one day a week when I am required to do absolutely nothing. I cant wait until there is a time when I get an entire weekend. When I first came into the semester I was so excited. I had been assigned to second grade, the grade I believed to be the best grade. I felt like we were going to have fun and for the most part i would have behavior problems because of the location of the school but nothing I couldn't handle. . .Ha! Last week I almost had a nervous breakdown. I am assigned to a class of 24 juvenile delinquents. Im serious they spit, hit, and cuss. They cuss alot and write nasty emails to eachother on the school program. sexual nasty at that. The children are so technologically advanced but so behind in the areas of common sense and morality. One of them stole 55 dollars from me last week and I have yet to find who did it. Im glad I di
dnt because that my mess up my whole dream of becoming an international teacher if i beat them. My class includes a few children who have definite visible signs of a behavior disorder but have been undiagnosed due to the slow handling of paper work. The rest dont have a disorder but have notorious reputations since kindergarten, and the ten behaved children that would work well alone have been converted until the rest of the school year. There are about fiv children who still do the right thing. Now that its almost over I am glad that my starting point was so rough because it can only get better I feel. I have practiced my classroom management strategies with the worst and though it is difficult the students prove at test time that they have learned from me and that makes it all worth it. Every weekend I regroup and Im ready to go back. I do give myself a pat on the back for my recovery ability. This week we finish up solids, liquids, and gases, contractions, and a number of other things. I missed the job fair yesterday. I dont care much though because my honest goal is to go to korea following graduation but Ill go to the next one as a back up plan.
dnt because that my mess up my whole dream of becoming an international teacher if i beat them. My class includes a few children who have definite visible signs of a behavior disorder but have been undiagnosed due to the slow handling of paper work. The rest dont have a disorder but have notorious reputations since kindergarten, and the ten behaved children that would work well alone have been converted until the rest of the school year. There are about fiv children who still do the right thing. Now that its almost over I am glad that my starting point was so rough because it can only get better I feel. I have practiced my classroom management strategies with the worst and though it is difficult the students prove at test time that they have learned from me and that makes it all worth it. Every weekend I regroup and Im ready to go back. I do give myself a pat on the back for my recovery ability. This week we finish up solids, liquids, and gases, contractions, and a number of other things. I missed the job fair yesterday. I dont care much though because my honest goal is to go to korea following graduation but Ill go to the next one as a back up plan.
The day after valentines...My Birthday!!!!
Well let me fill you in. last week was my birthday and i was absolutely alone. Dont get me wrong me time is all well and good but not on special occassions! I am a very sociable person. I often like to be around people even if there just there, not saying anything but for celebrations its almost neccessary or I feel like a depressed alcoholics. My best friend was busy and my other two friends whom ive considered dear in the past and who are also my "roomates" though I more or less visit my home and I have no room there, but whatever I store my stuff there and pay rent. So um yeah. they forgot my birthday and everyone who remembered was working. I understand that because its a recession you have to work like the baby needs diapers and the rent is due nowadays to make one end meet the other. SO in desperation I went on a website called craigslist. Its like an online newspaper but better because you can post for free, find events, friends, a job, housing, things for sale, things for free, everything! I went on there to find a birthday date and I did.
---Now this wasnt my first time on craigslist. About two years ago my unamed BFF and I cooked up some crazy adventures with this website. We would go on daily and find some lonely, sad, man with money to spend to take us out to dinner and wherever we wanted to go. The unsaid rules are you can never go out with a guy more than three dates because they will be unable to pay without trying you for something in return. We learned this because everytime it was the third date the guy would ask if we were paying or if were coming to the house. We'd always say yes and then just go home. The other unsaid rule is 9 out of 10 times the guys have something wrong with them. their either ugly (which I can recover from), psycho, extremely freak fetish nasty, broke, or short, etc. etc.---
On this particular day I must've had birthday luck because although my blind date was short in comparison to me who is 5'10 with flats on, he was cute, charming, respectful, and seemingly unpsycho. We met in a nice atlanta outdoor mall called atlantic station. Now atlantic station is a cute upper middle class area. upper class if you live there. Its packed with alot of shops and nice restaurants, as well as a few bars. Though it was simple I had a great time. Probably ecause i absolutely love meeting new people. My weakness though is after the fascination wears off though you may not hear from me if your guy because Im really trying to avoid a relationship right now. Its funny that when your looking you wont find, but when your not men who surpass your standards come out of the woodworsa. Anyway we met up, went to this gourmet mexican restaurant if you can imagine that. No burritos or quesadillas there and the food was good. Then we stopped by the house to grab a martini and went on to the club, badly the club was closing since it was sunday but, I had a great time and was tired anyway. The next day was back to school with the little devils.
---Now this wasnt my first time on craigslist. About two years ago my unamed BFF and I cooked up some crazy adventures with this website. We would go on daily and find some lonely, sad, man with money to spend to take us out to dinner and wherever we wanted to go. The unsaid rules are you can never go out with a guy more than three dates because they will be unable to pay without trying you for something in return. We learned this because everytime it was the third date the guy would ask if we were paying or if were coming to the house. We'd always say yes and then just go home. The other unsaid rule is 9 out of 10 times the guys have something wrong with them. their either ugly (which I can recover from), psycho, extremely freak fetish nasty, broke, or short, etc. etc.---
On this particular day I must've had birthday luck because although my blind date was short in comparison to me who is 5'10 with flats on, he was cute, charming, respectful, and seemingly unpsycho. We met in a nice atlanta outdoor mall called atlantic station. Now atlantic station is a cute upper middle class area. upper class if you live there. Its packed with alot of shops and nice restaurants, as well as a few bars. Though it was simple I had a great time. Probably ecause i absolutely love meeting new people. My weakness though is after the fascination wears off though you may not hear from me if your guy because Im really trying to avoid a relationship right now. Its funny that when your looking you wont find, but when your not men who surpass your standards come out of the woodworsa. Anyway we met up, went to this gourmet mexican restaurant if you can imagine that. No burritos or quesadillas there and the food was good. Then we stopped by the house to grab a martini and went on to the club, badly the club was closing since it was sunday but, I had a great time and was tired anyway. The next day was back to school with the little devils.
Valentines Day
So it Valentine's Day and I almost forgot. Im going on a date with my computer I guess. SO anyways I call this travel abroad recruiter that I responded to on craigslist, and he started off unconvincing. The only thing that made me want to chose to work with this company is the fact that he was so down to earth, like he would personally try to help me when I arrived but he said they charge a fee. None of the other companies charge a fee so Im like wassup with that. I had a flashback to the first/last time my friend and I were ever scammed.
---It was hard times, I mean really hard times. I was sitting out a semester because I didnt have any money to go to school, living in the basement of a boarding house with five male roomates at the end of a dark hidden road and the house was on a hill in a woodsy area. I hardly ever had money for groceries or to even get on the train. Sometime I would walk about a hour and a half home from work from a retail job where I made 6.25 an hour ! I had to work a full hour before I could afford a value meal for crying out loud!
Anyways like I was saying, it was hard times. My friend and I at the time were chasing auditions for modeling gigs in the newspaper. It was just one of the random ideas we come up with I guess. So we go and meet this lady named tiffany at a dunkin donuts. When we see her park, we notice that shes an older lady decorated in lots of big jewels, and her car is a Mercedes. Being the sweet niave little girls that we were we figured this lady was getting paid from major modeling deals or something. Long story short. She was an escort trying to sell us on the idea. She was speaking low and looking around. I was slouching low and looking around. Any onlooker could have looked at my bugged eyes and nervousness and noticed that we werent there for coffee, which she paid for by the way because we were that broke. Tiffany was the start to making unimaginable realities more palatable. As in any story times got harder, If you can imagine that. I started leaving the house when I knew my land lord would be coming home, visiting people late and then staying over so I could have a place to lay my head at night. One night my friend says come outside Im in front of your house. So I quickly got dressed and ran outside. she was like I have a plan so you can get on your feet ( see my friend wanted to have her own money for independence but her parents were filthy stanking rich and she says to this day she didnt realize it. I noticed it. Shit I was sitting in her warm leather jag, with a beat up 40 dollar red puff coat with short sleeves and fucked up shoes from walking. She smelled like expensive perfume and I probably smelled like...not the point. so I needed money) She told me she had talked to some woman who ran an escort company but you didnt have sex with the guys. Only companionship like dates for important events and things. (I had to be gullible to believe tha
t right). I was 19 and a virgin who hadnt had much dealings with men but I felt I could be an escort. (WTF was I thinking! OH AND THATS ME AT 19 IN THE PICTURE. I guess it was a good day cuz i look decent.) So the lady named bella told us to western union her some money and she would send a driver over with our cell phones we needed to get started. So my friend said I will spot you this money and you just pay me back when we make it back. When she called to western union the money the operator says do not send money to unknown parties, we hit the skip button and continued. My friend sent 500 dollars to a "Bella". who the fuck is this lady. i still dont know because we never heard from her again. we called the number for weeks. It was as if it never existed. for months we were stunned. we believed that we didnt get scammed, something mustve happened to her or something but not us. we had bought wigs, clothes, and I was further in the whole to make it worse. SO the moral of that story is do your research, if it sounds dumb it probably i, and this man wont be getting my funds. Im really leaning towards footprints recruiting. I need to make a decision either way soon because the three to four month count down has begun.
---It was hard times, I mean really hard times. I was sitting out a semester because I didnt have any money to go to school, living in the basement of a boarding house with five male roomates at the end of a dark hidden road and the house was on a hill in a woodsy area. I hardly ever had money for groceries or to even get on the train. Sometime I would walk about a hour and a half home from work from a retail job where I made 6.25 an hour ! I had to work a full hour before I could afford a value meal for crying out loud!
Anyways like I was saying, it was hard times. My friend and I at the time were chasing auditions for modeling gigs in the newspaper. It was just one of the random ideas we come up with I guess. So we go and meet this lady named tiffany at a dunkin donuts. When we see her park, we notice that shes an older lady decorated in lots of big jewels, and her car is a Mercedes. Being the sweet niave little girls that we were we figured this lady was getting paid from major modeling deals or something. Long story short. She was an escort trying to sell us on the idea. She was speaking low and looking around. I was slouching low and looking around. Any onlooker could have looked at my bugged eyes and nervousness and noticed that we werent there for coffee, which she paid for by the way because we were that broke. Tiffany was the start to making unimaginable realities more palatable. As in any story times got harder, If you can imagine that. I started leaving the house when I knew my land lord would be coming home, visiting people late and then staying over so I could have a place to lay my head at night. One night my friend says come outside Im in front of your house. So I quickly got dressed and ran outside. she was like I have a plan so you can get on your feet ( see my friend wanted to have her own money for independence but her parents were filthy stanking rich and she says to this day she didnt realize it. I noticed it. Shit I was sitting in her warm leather jag, with a beat up 40 dollar red puff coat with short sleeves and fucked up shoes from walking. She smelled like expensive perfume and I probably smelled like...not the point. so I needed money) She told me she had talked to some woman who ran an escort company but you didnt have sex with the guys. Only companionship like dates for important events and things. (I had to be gullible to believe tha
t right). I was 19 and a virgin who hadnt had much dealings with men but I felt I could be an escort. (WTF was I thinking! OH AND THATS ME AT 19 IN THE PICTURE. I guess it was a good day cuz i look decent.) So the lady named bella told us to western union her some money and she would send a driver over with our cell phones we needed to get started. So my friend said I will spot you this money and you just pay me back when we make it back. When she called to western union the money the operator says do not send money to unknown parties, we hit the skip button and continued. My friend sent 500 dollars to a "Bella". who the fuck is this lady. i still dont know because we never heard from her again. we called the number for weeks. It was as if it never existed. for months we were stunned. we believed that we didnt get scammed, something mustve happened to her or something but not us. we had bought wigs, clothes, and I was further in the whole to make it worse. SO the moral of that story is do your research, if it sounds dumb it probably i, and this man wont be getting my funds. Im really leaning towards footprints recruiting. I need to make a decision either way soon because the three to four month count down has begun.
And Beauty is her name...
Well actually... the personal self donned nickname is Beautiful but my real name is Kristian. This is day 1 of my blogging experience. Im actually really tired from a long day's work for the L-O or for free 99! I will explain everything later but I wanted to those who may come across my page a face and a starting point to my little story. So here it is. This, ladies and gentlemen is me, three days before (my twenty third birthday,which I must say i am not excited about because I will be alone in a city where I call home and am supposed to have friends!) Tada! My entire life at this moment feels as if I am preparing for transitions in every area. By the way that is something I like to do, look for patterns in life, so here it is... transitions. My life is making way for me to close old chapters, and detach myself from the harbor or anything else that would have me to be settled. I have overcome the fear of change I believe, or at least for now, and am excited and anxious to see whats in store. I will graduate MAY 18,2009. The way I see it I have 2 major life options: stay or go away. With option A I would stay in one of the most booming cities in the South, Atlanta, sign a 47,000 dollar a year contract with my current school where I am student teaching, get a nice car, a nice house, and an ok man who I probably will have to overlook his major character flaws due to the scarcity of men. This path probably ends up with starting a business out of boredom down the line (since to gain alot of money is not my goal), having kids, staying near my best friend, and oh thats the end. Option B I feel I probably cant even imagine all the inbetween stuff but it would start I turn down the job pack up and move to Korea for a year or two, stack up my paper to fix my: credit, students loans, and gain travel money, and then move around the globe until I live at least once on every continent with the exception of Antartica, come home and insert option A. I prefer option B. So I will be documenting my life decisions and sometimes just talking to cyberspace because I can but Im sure something will come out of it because everything we do is a seed to be sowed whether i will inspire someone to do the same or bring happiness to myself down the road when I reflect on this years later. Its all good. so im tired now and yackety yacking uneccessarily, goodnight, bye bye or Anyung Sayo!
Mission statement
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood and I
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
--By: Robert Frost
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood and I
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
--By: Robert Frost
