Artichoke Heart

How did that Glitter get in my Nose?

2009-11-15T20:21:00.002-06:00

I was cleaning the house on Saturday, and as I scrubbed the bathroom sink I looked up at my reflection. I noticed a little light reflecting from my nostril and thought to myself, "I can't feel my nose running but it must be." Then I took a closer look and determined that there was glitter in my nose. How did glitter get in my house? And once it arrived, how did it get in my nose? Was it in the process of entering my body or exiting?

survey

2009-11-10T21:15:00.002-06:00

A few months ago I took a survey about family and marriage support programs in Milwaukee. This week I have been contacted to meet for my follow-up interview. I like doing surveys. I feel important. And after studying statistics in college I like to be on this side of the data.

In my last interview the man came to my house and asked me a great deal of questions about marriage. At one point he asked me how many times I talked about marriage in the previous 6 weeks. I clarified that he meant marriage in general and not just my own, and answered Fifty. He was in taken aback. I explained that I'm at the age when I go to several weddings a year. I hear about engagements and several of my friends talk about their new marriages (and/or struggling marriages) on a regular basis. My coworkers alone probably account for half of my marriage talk, and we only really speak to each other during lunch and in between classes.

My follow-up interview is scheduled for Saturday afternoon. I was invited to 3 weddings in October. I wonder if my interviewer will be surprised by my answers this time.

Sunday

2009-11-09T19:52:00.002-06:00

I had a great Sunday. It began with a free bagel and ended with a free cookie.

The weather was great. Sunny and balmy temperatures. I had 10 pages left of a novel and I decided to get a bagel before church and eat it while finishing the book. The bagel shop was closed for renovations, but instead they set up a free bagel stand in front of the store. Great marketing. At least great for me.

I spent a good deal at time at church. I am leading the adult Sunday school class, which mostly means I read the discussion topic beforehand and plan which supplementary topics we want to cover. The service was comfortable so I don't remember much about it. Afterwards though we had the annual church meeting, aka the charge conference. Because I'm on the finance committee, I had helped prepare several of the reports that would be presented at the meeting. It was a good meeting because nothing of substance happened. All real decisions and work had been done the week prior. The conference is about making things official and communicating with the rest of the congregation.

My favorite part of my time at church though was the potluck dinner and washing the dishes. I enjoy cleaning up after large groups of people, especially when I have friends to keep me company. And that's exactly what happened on Sunday afternoon. Two of my buddies helped me in the kitchen, and we had two of the boys help us with the dishwasher. I really do mean that the boys helped us. I am still not sure how the giant dishwasher works, but the 11 year old does. He takes a lot of pride in this and it's good for him to know that he's valued. I believe this is what most people want - to know that they matter and have a role to play. We joked around a good deal and we got the job done. I don't know about the other guys but I had a good time getting that work done along side of them.

My afternoon was pleasant. I ran some errands. Grocery-shopped until I realized that I had left my wallet at home. A friend visited for 30 minutes because he was early for work. I did some work at the local coffee joint with Amanda. We were really good about concentrating on our work until Mario arrived. We didn't plan to meet him, but I suppose we're just lucky. Mario and I both managed to get 3 cups of tea out of each of our tea bags. We then had a contest to see who would need to use the bathroom first. I won. But then I'm not sure if understood how serious the contest was. Or if he even knew we were having the contest.

Curve

2009-11-04T19:00:00.002-06:00

Because my school is on a block schedule, the quarter is actually a semester. Therefore I am giving semester finals this week. I hate finals. All they do is prove to me how little my students have retained. It's depressing for me to realize how little learning has occurred. For example, my precalculus final was mostly made of questions that I gave the class on the first day of school to assess their knowledge from algebra 2. Well, it appears that not only did they not know the info after Al2, but they don't know after a semester of precalc. The test isn't difficult, folks. There are questions about solving quadratic equations. And finding the slope of a line. Honestly, it's similar material that I present to my freshmen.

As for my freshmen, most of them earned a zero on their final because they talked during it. Now I don't mean they spoke once, but they had full-out conversations. It's incredible. But it's a lot less grading that I have to do. Most of them would fail the final anyway. On average only 1 or 2 pass the final in each class. Perhaps it would help if they studied, or kept a notebook, or brought a pencil, or stayed awake.

yea! school!

Fixing for a Change

2009-11-02T20:54:00.003-06:00

I was in an accident more than a week ago. The parts to fix my car finally came in so I dropped off my car this morning. My loaner is a buick. There's nothing wrong with it, but in the 2 months since I bought my new car, I got used to driving a new car. The buick has more than 120,000 miles on it. It goes, but not with as much pep as I want. So, no drag racing for me for at least a week.

In the middle of geometry class today the (new) principal came over the speaker and announced, "Students you have five minutes to get to your 4 period class." What?! The bell had not rung. The students looked at me for guidance. We were half way through a problem (Special angles formed by a transversal and two parallel lines) and they were actually following along. Except for the dozen sleeping, class was going well. The problem is that I really didn't know what was happening. My clock runs slow so every day I have to figure out what the calculation of the day will be. Today's calculation was to subtract 10 minutes from the minute hand and add 5 hours to the hour hand. Perhaps my calculation was wrong. It wouldn't be the first time. Plus, this weekend was daylight savings time, so it's very likely that the bell schedule would be messed up. And it is not uncommon (read: common) for the principal to be confused by the bell schedule and clocks.

In an instant I had to figure out what mistakes were most likely to have been made. The bells, the principal, or the clocks. I chose the wrong one and told my students they had better hurry up to their next class. Half of them were out of their seats before I reconsidered my decision and relized that the most probable mistake would have been made by the principal. So I ended up chasing my students out into the hall to shepherd them back to their seats. I had ten minutes left in class, but it was pretty much a lost cause.

There are many things wrong with my school. Blame can be shared by students, teachers, parents, and administration. But today is a fine example of how the little mistakes add up too. A mistake by the principal should not have upset my class. But because I have to consider the unreliable clocks and bell system we lost the real focus. Parallel lines and corresponding angles.

2009-11-01T19:38:00.002-06:00

In recent years, some of my friends managed to post once a day for the entire month of November. I don't think I can pull that off, but I'm going to attempt to at least post more frequently than the once per month that I've been averaging. I am doing this because I miss reading my friends' blogs. I perhaps by being a little more reflective at the end of the day, I will keep my trials and tribulations in perspective.

I had a nice Halloween. I dressed as a bumblebee. I looked ridiculous. Mario threw the party and he dressed up as the stack of money from the Geico commercial. (Why does it feel like? Somebody's watching me?) Other costumes included a Wheaties box and a lobster made out of paper products. The party music was mostly Billy Ocean and Hall and Oates. "Get Out of My Dreams, Get into my Car" and "Maneater" were each played at least 5 times.

Rock-tober

2009-10-23T01:02:00.001-05:00

I was in a car accident on my way to work today. Yeah, October cannot be over fast enough.

Oops

2009-10-19T23:29:00.003-05:00

The AP English teacher was impressed with my knowledge of Literature until I referred to the main characters of Wuthering Heights as Heathcliff and Claire.

Don't you dare tell me that you had a tough week.

2009-10-19T22:56:00.002-05:00

Sure, I only had four days of work last week, but they were eventful. We were on the news several times. Sometimes I knew more about what was going on in the school by checking the local news website than by attending staff meetings. (At one staff meeting, the principal attributed the school's problems to "crack babies". I have my own opinion of who's on crack.) I witnessed mobs of kids roaming the school and ignoring any redirection from adults. One student was so out of control that he had to be tased. A news reporter said it was the worst situation he has ever seen in a school on "lockdown". I had a pair of scissors thrown at me in my algebra class. A kid in geometry began class by standing on my desk. (I wrote him up but the assistant principal sent him back to class within minutes having been "counseled".) Four of the school's five administrators were replaced during the week, which while adding uncertainty right now, should move us in the right direction over the long run. I wish I were feeling better about the school's position this week, but I'm still stressed out. I think I'm also still dealing with the emotions of being assaulted and watching the arrest of my students. And I was told today that I have to get through another 3 chapters of geometry before November. Sweet.

So, if you have a story about a client deadline or a broken copy machine, keep it to yourself.

Riverwest Bar

2009-09-02T23:38:00.003-05:00

Tonight I was at a bar with gunshots in the windows. It's the bar at which I used to be a regular. I guess things change when I go away. We talked to the bartender and cops. The holes are only a day old - the story is still fresh. The beer was still good, although our favorite bluegrass musicians didn't show up until 11:30. It's a school night!

Congrats?

2009-09-01T22:27:00.002-05:00

What do you say to a tenth grader who tells you that the best part of her summer was the birth of her baby boy? I asked her what her favorite geometric shape is.

Barber

2009-08-30T23:21:00.003-05:00

Tonight, the night before school starts, I decided to trim my hair so that I will look my best for the beginning of the school year. I have been cutting my own hair for years. It seems silly to pay someone else when it mostly comes down to trimming along the edges. (It still seems strange to me to be losing my hair, even though none of my family members have hair. Except my dad's cousin, who's adopted.) So, I set up a 2nd mirror in my bathroom so that I could check the back of my head. I usually start with the parts that I want the shortest (the bottom) and then work my way up, to the parts that I want longest. Well, I didn't follow my usual pattern. And because I was thinking about school, I forgot to put any extension on the trimmer. I made at least three good swipes at the back of my head before I realized that I was meeting more resistance than expected. And more hair was falling than there should have been. I stopped and saw this in the mirror:
Thank goodness Christie was still awake, because I would have woken her up. She had a tough time fixing my mistake because she was giggling so much.

2009-08-28T20:54:00.002-05:00

I spent close to 3 hours today at my school trying to get my room situation sorted out. I was assigned the wrong room accidentally. It's a long story, but I'm supposed to have a room large enough to fit my classes of 40 students. Yes, 40 students. Instead, I have a classroom with enough room for 25 desks. I argued with 3 administrators today about this. They won't switch the rooms. There is nobody in that room. (We haven't hired someone yet, which is another problem.) They tell me it is too much work to make the change. I checked around and the changes will take 20 minutes. I definitely left the school today after telling them that I will be looking to transfer.

Milwaukee has an opening for an epidemiologist. I wish I had the experience to apply for the job.

Prep

2009-08-27T14:44:00.003-05:00

School starts next week.

I found out this week that I have been assigned a new class - pre-calculus. Something that I will have to actually prepare for; and they give me a week. This in addition to algebra and geometry. I have so much to do, but instead I am home. You know why? Because they assigned me the wrong room. The principals don't seem to care. And they don't return my phone calls.

Bike Race

2009-07-23T12:35:00.002-05:00

My neighborhood is holding a 24 hour bike race this weekend. I have volunteered to check off laps for the racers, but the organizer sent out a notice today asking for more. One specific area he needs is additional tattoo-artists. It's going to be a strange 24 hours.

Summer Song

2009-07-19T13:22:00.002-05:00

I don't have a song for the summer of 2009 and this worries me because it's half-way over. By this time last year, there were 2 songs clearly dominating my life. One was American Boy by that girl and Kanye West. As you can see this last an impression on me. The other song was 1-2-3-4 by Feist. I know this song had not come out in 2008 but that was when she did a version of the song for Sesame Street. You know "1, 2, 3, 4. I love counting, counting to the number 4." Then she counts penguins at the front door and chickens on vacation. It's a beautiful song. And I definitely listened to it more than a grown man should.

This summer I'm concerned that my song will end up being Katy Perry's opposite song. I don't know how it's getting so much air time in my life because I'm sure they're not playing it on my public radio stations. It's obviously an attempt to receive an invitation from the Children's Television Workshop and I don't like it.

So, I'm trying to force some other songs. I've heard St. Vincent several times this week, so it is a contender to knock out the Up, Down, In, Out song.

But if you really want to know what makes me happy. It's the following video from Craig Ferguson.

They recently had a contest to determine the best puppet. Viewers were asked to vote on the website. I voted for the monkey though the shark has a special place in my heart too. But guess who one!? That's right - Mahmoud Ahmadinejad. (I checked the spelling of that twice, and I'm not going to do it again. The president of Iran. That's what I'm trying to say.)

2009-07-10T16:29:00.003-05:00

My stomach doesn't feel right. I'm not sure if it's due to the orange juice that I drank that was 4 days past its expiration date or the milk that was 2 days past. Who knew that orange juice expires?

Also, since my last post, I ran a marathon. I feel that I'm letting people down because I'm not as excited about it as I should be. Perhaps I'll post about it, but I probably won't. I'm busy enjoying my summer vacation: reading, swimming, napping, grilling, stopping drug deals in front of my house. You know, the usual.

Finals are a Drag

2009-06-15T22:05:00.002-05:00

The school year just won't end. Today was the second day of finals. Of the three upper-level classes I teach, I only had 2 students pass my final. I don't say that proudly. It's not a tough final. For example, the have to multiply binomials. Remember FOIL. I hate grading finals too, so I look for every reason to give students a zero. Talking, texting, sharing calculators, walking out of class. I say that I give them a zero as if that's different from the grade they'll receive if I take the time to score their tests. Most of my students scored less than a 40%. One even managed a 6. Seriously. Another question was to calculate 8% sales tax on a $120 pair of jeans. (I did not write this problem, as I would never spend that much on jeans, nor would I shop in a municipality that had such high sales tax. I'm looking at you Chicago.)

Also, one of my students dressed in drag for our final. With wig and heels. I always try to dress comfortibly for big exams. I don't know how he could have been comfortible. But now that I think about class today, I didn't really talk to him. I hope he doesn't think I was ignoring him for his attire. I was too busy dealing with the girls whose shorts were very inappropriate for school. So many clothing issues in just one class!

Evaluation

2009-06-03T21:48:00.002-05:00

I didn't say anything when the vice principal sent me an apologetic memo to tell me that she would evaluate me this year.

I didn't say anything when the evaluation happened unannounced 2 weeks after it was due.

I didn't say anything (sarcastic) when the vice principal had to ask me my name when she showed up to evaluate me.

I didn't say anything when she left after 15 minutes of class.

I didn't say anything when she interrupted another class to have my sign the evaluation. She asked me "if I was busy". For the record, yes, I was busy. I was teaching a class.

I didn't say anything when she asked me again which math teacher I am.

However, when my evaluation says that I provide an "effective and deficient physical space" I have to ask, "What does that mean?" What was she trying to say? Did she confuse "deficient" with "efficient"? Everything in the evaluation is positive, although I question whether she's writing about me or the guy across the hall. I don't even know to whom I would bring this up. Except for my peers, so that we can laugh (and cry) at our situation.

Things I Have Confiscated from Shamika* in the Past Month

2009-06-02T22:29:00.002-05:00

1. A Roobix Cube - I don't think this is its real name but it was the generic form of the brand name puzzle.

2. Nail clippers - She was clipping her nails during class and the other students found it disgusting.

3. The Watchtower - This is the publication put out by the Jehovah's Witnesses. Not that I was suppressing her religious expression, I just want her to learn about compound interest before she begins questioning me about the afterlife.

4. A Yard Stick - This was placed in her pants and she told me that she could not sit down because she couldn't bend her knees anymore.

5. A Goldfish - In a cup of water. How did that poor goldfish make it all the way to 6th period, I don't know. Did it make it to the end of the day? I don't know that either.

* Names have been changed to protect the innocent - me.

Milestone

2009-05-25T16:15:00.001-05:00

Today is my parents' 30th wedding anniversary. To each other. Was I supposed to do something for this? I think it's still too early for their children to throw them parties. I have no plan of doing this until their 50th anniversary. Also, they are currently camping as they do every Memorial Day, so I can't even reach them to wish them a happy day.

Big Weekend

2009-05-18T22:56:00.003-05:00

I accomplished quite a lot this weekend.

I chaperoned prom. I was going to take pictures but then realized that I was only taking pictures so that I could post ridiculous pictures of students on my blog. There is so much to say about my high school's prom, but I only want to mention one thing. Some of the girls did not have enough support in the "cleavledge"* area. The straps of their dresses broke and they spent most of the evening holding up the fabric by hand.
I ran 18 miles on Saturday. It took more than 3 hours.
I went on the pub crawl in my neighborhood. The low point of the day was drinking Natural Ice; the high point, eating meatball sandwiches at the Puerto Rican bar down the street to celebrate the owner's daughter's graduation. I also found out that a coworker of mine tends bar 3 blocks from my house. And he'll give me shots of whiskey for free!
I woke up at 4 am with the urge to purge my body of Nattie Ice and Puerto Rican meatballs. I watched episodes of The West Wing instead. Thank goodness the thieves left those.
I attended church.
I napped.
I cut the grass.
I ran another 3 miles.
I registered for the neighborhood beer run. 1.8 miles. 4 official beer stops.
I saw Star Trek. Eh, it's ok.
I looked at a pile of student work and decided not to grade it.

*"Cleavledge" is the term that my principal uses to refer to women's breasts.

Bed Bugs

2009-05-10T21:50:00.002-05:00

I have not been home for Easter in eight years - since high school. I suppose my mom wanted to relive old times so she put together an Easter basket for me. It included the typical basket stuff - chocolate, jelly beans, refrigerator magnets, chop sticks, and a pillow case. My mom is a quilter and is always sewing something. This year she found some great fabric for a pillow case for my sister. Because she didn't want to treat her children differently from each other, my mom hunted for fabric to make me my own homemade pillow case. She searched and searched and finally settled on ant fabric. I can't imagine what this fabric would be used for.

Happy Mothers' Day

2009-05-10T16:29:00.000-05:00

Overheard & Wishing I Did Not Join

2009-04-30T23:16:00.002-05:00

(overheard)
Student 1: I don't think he's Jewish.
Student 2: Of course, he's not Jewish! He doesn't have a big nose! Look!
Me: Girls, don't say things like that. That's racist.
S2: Say what? (to the other girl) See, he's not Jewish; he doesn't have a big nose.
Me: Don't say racist things like that.
S2: Racist? We're saying you don't have a big nose.
Me: I know. But when you make sweeping comments about a race of people that's racist.
S2: But Jewish people do have big noses.
Me: No they don't. Not all Jewish people.
S1: So, you're Jewish, but you don't have a big nose.
Me: No. I'm not Jewish, but that doesn't matter. (sigh) You can't say that all Jews have big noses, just like you can't say that all black people have big lips.
S1: You have small lips.
S2: Yeah, your lips are really small.
Me: I think my lips are very nice. They have a nice shape. Wait, we're supposed to be talking about quadratic equations.

Application

2009-04-14T21:44:00.002-05:00

I just found out that the school I want to work at never received my job application. I received an application receipt! I hate online applications! They probably already filled the position. I can't stay in my current school for another year. I don't want to deal with (as many) riots next year. I need to grow. I need new experiences. Like bomb threats. And racial gangs.

Duck! Duck! Goose?

2009-04-11T12:30:00.002-05:00

I ran my first half-marathon today! I know that many runners who blog (or bloggers who run) will write about their times (2:04:00) and their splits (9:27 /mile) and their training (all the time). I have thought about doing that myself because I'm also raising money for the Lymphoma & Leukemia Society and this blog would be a great promotional tool (See my web page! Help me reach my goal!). But, I didn't do that in the beginning of my training and now it just feels strange to write in medias res. This training is no epic, though it sometimes feels like it.

In the course of running long distances, I see many things on the trails - usually trash. I find most of it interesting, although I probably wouldn't think twice about the garbage if I were able to bring my iPod with me. (Curses to my funny-shaped ears that were not built for ear buds.) Sometimes I find dead animals. I've learned that I'm the only one on my training team that is interested in road kill. Nobody else seems to care. How can they not wonder how the animal died? Wild animals don't die of old age. There is always a story. And given that I'm not running on roads with street traffic, they're not dying by vehicular homicide either. I usually wonder aloud about the dead animals, and noone ever joins my conversation. So, it always ends up as a monologue about carcases. And then someone changes the subject to something more pleasant, like chaffing or nipple protection.

Today I found a second duck head! A second one! I'm not finding the decapitated bodies. I'm not finding the heads of other animals. What's going on?!? Obviously there's a duck serial killer loose in Milwaukee.

Throat

2009-04-05T22:20:00.002-05:00

I had such a cool experience tonight, and I cannot convey it in words. I saw a concert of Tuvan throat singing. It was at a house - a cabin on an island of the Milwaukee river. It was a very small venue, free to get in, but you were supposed to bring food to the pot-luck dinner. It's a great place to see folk singers and blue-grass bands.

I had no idea what to expect from the throat singers. I had no idea what to expect from Tuvans. I had never even heard of Tuva, a country near Siberia. (Apparently neither has my spell check.) The music was incredible though. It is certainly different than the music I normally listen to. The throat-singers create several notes simulaneously, able to generate harmony and melody in the same body. The sounds have an eerie feeling, but also soothing and gentle. I think it helped that the band members were all about my age and I spent a good amount of time wondering how similar and different our lives were.

6th Period

2009-03-24T22:11:00.003-05:00

My 6th period class was disrupted this afternoon by an ambulance that pulled up to our school. I like my windows, but sometimes they distract my students. The ambulance didn't draw attention from my lesson so much as the story that accompanied it. The gossip in my room was that a girl had a baby during school today. I didn't fully believe the student who said this. It's not that she's an incredulous source, but she's a mouth-breather, and I just don't trust them. Anyway, the two (out of five)(out of a total class of 35!) pregnant girls who happened to be in my class today looked panicked at the idea of delivering a baby at school. I don't know if I helped the gossip by adding that I heard that the baby is going to be named "Gymnasium" ("Gym" for short) after the place in which he was birthed.

Postcard from Houston

2009-03-13T09:30:00.001-05:00

I received this message in the mail today:

Greetings from Houston TX. We went to the Strip House for dinner with friends & saw lots of naked women! Love, Mom & Dad

Lemonade

2009-02-28T14:37:00.001-06:00

My tax prep software only has a space for the date of one theft in a year. Don't they know that it's possible to be robbed multiple time in a year and have stolen 2 laptops and 3 cameras?

Every Day is a Big Day

2009-02-26T22:31:00.003-06:00

I planned my day around my trip to the gym, which was to happen at 8 o'clock, so that I could watch Lost while running on the treadmill. Everything else was planned backwards from that moment.

I woke up later than I had wanted, just like every day. I quickly packed up the car with chili making supplies because that was my after-school plan - making chili at the church for our Bluegrass concert tomorrow. I couldn't leave 8 lbs of meat in my car during the day so I had to bring it in the school with me. Thankfully, noone made a comment about my bag-o-meat.

I rushed to complete some tasks in my prep hour. However, I was called twice TWICE! to the office in 10 minutes to talk to the parent of a student. I was teased throughout the day for having been called to the office. They actually announced, "Will Mr. _____ please come back to the office?" I can't emphasize how much I did within the first period. I was on fire.

My morning freshman algebra classes were their normal hectic selves. I lectured students on poor behavior. I mocked them for whining that exponents are too hard and we "only" spent a week on them. I was cussed at. I saved a student from a spider. I held their fragile egos in balance while I told them they had to work harder if they were to succeed. I taught them scientific notation. I learned about googolplexes from one of them. And I kicked a girl out of class for telling me, in much more vulgar terms, to "Eat a cat, you female dog ."

I subbed for another "teacher" during my resource hour. Her class is currently watching Gran Turino. This raised so many questions for me. 1.) What does this movie have to do with Civics? 2.) How is the language/violence/themes appropriate for these 9th graders? 3.) Where did she get this boot-legged movie? 4.) What is she teaching and not teaching her students?

In the afternoon, I teach an elective class for upperclassmen. Today's afternoon was eaten up by the Black History program, which I did not attend. I had a few students in each of my classes that did not want to attend, so I stayed back with them. We prepared for the chapter test that's being given tomorrow. I gave them a review packet, but they could do whatever they wanted to do. Most of them caught up on assignments that they had missed. Yesterday a student told me that they should have today off because they shouldn't be punished for not participating in the Black History program. I told him that I was concerned about Black Future, so we're going to have something to work on.

Also, the Black History program is a joke. I overheard someone say that he plays Michael Jackson in the show. I had a similar reaction as Emma Thompson has in Love, Actually when she finds out that her daughter is the first lobster in the nativity play. Perhaps, MJ is in the show because historically he was black.

The afternoon was actually fun. The kids that stay behind are good students and they get some appreciated attention. I get a chance to relax and have some nice conversations with them on days like today.

Right after school, I talked to the department chair and caught up on some school gossip. Next year the school is going to be split into 4 small learning communities. Today they announced our assignments. The department chair told me that they're thinking to ask me to be my community's facilitator. I don't know what that means besides a leadership role. I will be in my 3rd year and I'm the first choice for leadership out of 20 veterans. No wonder our school is falling apart.

I quickly put together my plans for tomorrow.

I went to the church and made chili. I met several people from the Narcotics Anonymous group. Well, they are anonymous no longer to me.

Then I went to the gym, which is what my day was planned around. It's Thursday. Lost is on Wednesday nights.

I enjoyed the following until the short moment in the Swamp of Sorrow.

Marathon

2009-02-24T22:33:00.002-06:00

I signed up for the Seattle Rock N Roll Marathon, which will be held on Saturday, June 27th. Although it's a few months away it is already causing a mixture of excitement and anxiety in my life. It's tough in my busy schedule to fit in my runs. For some reason I think it's tougher to go for a run at the gym than to go for a swim. Perhaps because it takes me longer to cool down and to recover afterwards.

This weekend was my first training run that took some planning and motivation. It was 8 miles. And it took 28 laps around the track at the skating rink. Sure, I had other runners and skaters to watch, and music to listen to over the speaker system, but it still became boring. I'm going to have to work on some techniques to get me through the long runs. All of my weekend runs from now on will be at least 8 miles.

My iPod arrived today. It's my first. So, I'm working on my playlist now. Uploading all of my CDs to the computer so that I can import them to Leonard. I think that's a good name for him. He is green and he's a nano. And he's a fan of MJ, especially the Thriller album.

I've been thinking about the name Leonard this week, because that's the first name of the mathematician, Euler. And Leohnard Euler is the answer to a coded riddle in the algebra book that I use with my freshmen. The textbook authors thought it would be fun (or funny) for students to work on an extended problem only to find the answer is "Leohnard Euler". Lucky for us though, I caught this before we assigned it to our students. So, one of the other teachers is working on a similar riddle, but now the answer will be "Flamin' Hots". The kids will love it.

Invitation

2009-02-09T22:56:00.001-06:00

To: The Milwaukee Rocky Horror Picture Show Company
Subject: Eddie

Hi,

I interested in getting in contact with the person who plays Eddie in the RHPS. My friends and I are throwing a Meatloaf Party on February 20th, and I am wondering if he would be interested in attending. We plan to celebrate Meat Loaf the performer and meat loaf the meal. Our website is www.meatloafparty.com.

Thanks,
Donny

Meatloaf Party

2009-02-09T22:37:00.003-06:00

It's actually going to happen! We have a website and everything. Meatloaf Party I've been listening to plenty of his music recently to keep myself pumped. Amanda did a great job on the website. I'm now working on a costume. I think I may try to dress like Meat Loaf. I have to find a dress shirt with the ruffles. And suspenders. And greasy hair. I never thought I would have another use for my mullet wig. It's the gift that keeps on giving. First it was part of my Uncle Dad Halloween costume. Then Jon wore it as Brewer SuperFan. And now to complete the trifecta - it will be worn as part of a Meat Loaf costume. I know that Meat Loaf doesn't have a mullet, but I'm not going to buy a new wig, and I'm pretty positive that Meat Loaf wigs are not available at this time of year.

The Prodigal Sock

2009-02-08T22:37:00.001-06:00

It's been missing for months and then decides to make an appearance in today's laundry. Where has it been? What has it been doing? If only socks could talk.

Class

2009-01-26T21:26:00.003-06:00

Me to class: You're not struggling with solving equations because you're stupid. You're struggling because you don't pay attention and listen to me.

Student: Did you just call us stupid?

Me: No, but thank you for proving my point.

Flush

2009-01-18T14:02:00.001-06:00

I just fixed my toilet and I feel so good about it. I had to make a trip to the hardware store, then use several tools; and it actually works.

Cold!

2009-01-15T09:49:00.002-06:00

School was canceled today because of the cold. The temperature was -9 when I woke up this morning, and they meteorologists are not sure if we'll get to the other side of 0. I set my thermostat to 60 degrees and that's where it's staying. Beer is cheaper than gas, so that's how I keep warm.

Sweaters

2009-01-11T14:44:00.002-06:00

My heating bill for last month (during which I was out of my house for 2 weeks) is $238. I only live in half of a house. And I'm usually cold. I'm going shopping for more sweaters.

2008 Year in Review

2009-01-07T23:22:00.002-06:00

January

The year began in a blur. Well, more like a blackout. The first thing I remember in 2008 is throwing up. Things could only go uphill. The weather was extremely cold. My friends and I went out pretty regularly. We established Wednesday Night Bluegrass and I realized that we had been to the German Beer Hall so often that I needed a separate picture folder on my computer just for those nights. At school, a kid fell through the ceiling.

February

Cold weather continued but so did going out with friends. I went cross-country skiing and saw The Lion King. My education continued to grow as did my teaching experience.

March

Christie and I cranked up the heat and threw a beach party. We even bought a palm tree decoration and leis. Trevor took one for the team and manned the grill in the bitter cold. We were turned away from a pancake breakfast because they thought that they “might” run out of maple syrup. Easter and Spring Break were welcome breaks to this first-year teacher.

April

The kickball season began and we actually won games! The Brewers’ season began and they didn’t so much. I could see the end to my first year in education. It would not be my last - though I tried to get a job at another school in the district. I ran in my first 8K for the season and I saw a bell choir.

May

My education class finally came to an end even if it required scrambling to get everything together for my certification. I went to several baseball games and camped with some friends in Illinois. I had my first break-in (for the year). Christie went to Guatemala for 10 days but left her grandmother here. Gram and I hung out. Riversplash! Kicked off summer.

June

I witnessed my first MPS graduation and repeatedly picked up my jaw off the floor – like when the principal quoted scripture during his address. I ran the Beer Run (3 kilometers and 4 official beer stops) in 40 minutes! School ended for the year. Visited Iowa and saw caves and Amanda’s hometown. Drove to Cincinnati for Thomas and Maureen’s wedding. Danced with my friends in a giant grape-vining circle. (I wish I could express how good that moment (and weekend) felt.)

July

Beached in New Jersey with Adina. Received such a bad sunburn that it affected the rest of July. Learned a lesson about SPF - again. Independence Day with the family was a blast. It’s such a good holiday to witness in small towns. Stormed the Bastille (5K). Worked at Bastille Days Festival. Ran to Festa Italiana (5K). Missed registration for the Sausage Race, but managed to hold back tears as I cheered Jon and Emily. Began working for the YMCA’s summer enrichment program. Lived out a favorite bluegrass tune by drinking whiskey for breakfast.

August

Jake and Katie were married. Danced. Saw an old friend from BU. Saw a demolition derby. Ran in a 10 mile race. Lindsey and Mike came to visit and we toured 3 breweries in 3 days. Convinced them that Milwaukee is a great place. Cousin Lindsey made a comment to me that she didn’t know I was so weird. We continued to grill by the lake on Sunday evenings. Mom and Dad came to visit for a night.

September

School’s back! I get my schedule a day or two before classes begin and I get an ominous feeling about how the year is going to run. Kickball started but we lose more often than last season. Bronwyn visits at the end of the month. My house is broken into again. I buy my third laptop and fourth camera for the year. I interact with the police multiple times including a frisking! and a hit-and-run. I threw a party. I saw Itzhak Perlman.

October

The Brewers made it to the playoffs! They lost to the eventual champs, Philadelphia. We spread our love for Ed Sedar, first base coach of the Milwaukee Brewers, by selling t-shirts that say, “Get to 1st Base with Ed”. The Homecoming Pep Rally led to a riot at school. My grandfather died and I made a trip home for a weekend. I ran in a 9 mile race in 1 hour and 29 minutes.

November

Obama won the election and I felt so much better about my country. Dan Goldin Day grew to include 14 people at the Lakefront Brewery. The evening ended with dancing to Billy Ocean and Journey. I began to see how my circle of friends is evolving. I attended Ann and Nick’s wedding in Madison. This was the first wedding that I attended that I knew the couple for their entire courtship.

December

Christie and I threw a successful Ugly Christmas Sweater Party with only a week to plan. Advent felt very short and I scrambled to get things together before my drive home. Temperatures and snow fell. I drove to Nashville to welcome 2009 amidst old friends.

Holiday Travel Day 1

2008-12-21T22:02:00.001-06:00

My 700 mile drive to Pennsylvania has become a great deal more exciting this year with a trunk full of microbrew beer purchased for my father and temperatures below zero. I have to check it constantly to be sure that the bottles have not exploded. So far I've only lost a growler (64 fl. oz.) of hard root beer. Luckily, it only "exploded" a little, and I cleaned up the "ice" with no problem. I hope I don't have to explain to any police officers that my containers were not opened by me, but by nature. And I'm sure the front desk at the hotel isn't wondering what I'm doing with 3 cases of beer in my room. Ah, Cleveland.

Snow Day!

2008-12-20T20:29:00.004-06:00

On Friday, school was canceled and my Christmas holiday began one day earlier than expected. Some of the younger teachers were planning on going out after school, but the snow storm threw off our plans. I was determined, and so was Erick, (who learned my first name this week so that we would not have the awkward situation of him calling me Mr. C. at the bar). Mario also came out with us - he's not a teacher, he just likes to drink beer.

When I was getting ready for the evening, I contemplated wearing dancing-friendly attire, but then figured that I would probably not end up dancing if I were hanging out with two dudes, especially if the three of us did not know each other very well. I was wrong. I was very wrong.

The night started at Nessun Dorma, where noone sleeps. I like Nessun Dorma; it's laid back, the staff is friendly, and the beer selection is extensive. Our bartender was cute and several times I caught her smiling at our conversations, on which she was eavesdropping.

We left ND at about midnight and worked our way to another Riverwest establishment, the Riverhorse ("hippopotamus" in Ancient Greek). I usually like the Riverhorse but on Friday night we stuck out like nerds at a punk bar. This was probably because we were nerds at a punk bar. So, I did what made sense and pulled out my new camera to take pictures. Actually I only took one picture. This picture:
I think it captures the mood of the night pretty well. We only lasted for one drink at the Riverhorse - definitely enough time for me to make two comments about translations of bar names in foreign languages.

I'm not sure who suggested Mad Planet, but it's always a good suggestion. MP is only open on weekends and every Friday is 80s Night. Mad Planet is the type of place where anything goes. It has all types of people and outfits range from bridesmaid's dresses to flannel (and flannel bridesmaid's dresses). So, my snowboots were just fine. I don't remember what songs were played (definitely no MJ, Madonna, nor JBJ) but I spent a good amount of time on the dance floor. I now realize that I do not have any bloggable stories from MP, which is too bad because the place has so much potential.

This was a great way to begin my holiday break. I hope it's just a preview of what's to come: good food, good drinks, good friends.

Secret Santa

2008-12-15T21:39:00.002-06:00

Did I tell you that my Secret Santa at work left me a thong? It's a tuxedo thong so it has a little bow tie on the front and tails in the back. Most of the staff knows about this even though our gift exchange is limited to the math department.

Today "Santa" left me some novelty condoms. Do you know what Santa leaves for the other teachers? Julie received a candle. Charles got some mixed nuts and candy. Dave received a gift card to a coffee shop. I got novelty condoms and a thong. My fear is that when I finally bring this stuff home, I'm going to die in a car crash and there will be reports of the teacher with the strange fetishes.

Staff Christmas Party

2008-12-14T19:23:00.002-06:00

Karaoke Machine + a bartender giving me cheap drinks = a lasting impression on my coworkers

I sang the following songs over the course of the night:

Minnie the Moocher
Sweet Caroline (with the math department)
Short Skirt, Long Jacket
Lollipop by Lil' Wayne (duet with Wendy, the office lady)
Lola
Paradise by the Dashboard Light (duet with Steve)
Midnight Train to Georgia (as a Pip!)
Fat Bottomed Girls
Dancing Queen (with the English department)
Seasons of Love (yeah, numbers!)

Teaching

2008-12-10T21:25:00.002-06:00

I had two conversations with two different classes yesterday regarding the number of states in the Union. More than one of my students thinks that there are 52 states in the country! And I'm still not sure if they believe me and the rest of the class.

Workplace hazards

2008-12-09T22:53:00.002-06:00

We had 2 fights in the math corridor yesterday. I witnessed a kid with blood gushing out of his mouth. Because he was yelling so much (profanity and threats at the other student) he ended up spitting blood in the face of another teacher. Now this teacher has to for testing to make sure he hasn't contracted any diseases. Another teacher still gets tested every 6 months for AIDS after being bitten by a student last year.

Today there was a mob of students milling about the hallway during 3rd period. I tried to break them up with an English teacher and the students laughed at us. Where was security? Where were the cops? Where was administration?

During our staff meeting this morning, I received no reassurance from the principal. He's in over his head. And I'm looking for another school at which to teach.

Here we come

2008-12-08T20:40:00.003-06:00

I have been thinking a great deal about my last post since I went to church on Sunday. The liturgy and pastor's sermon seemed to go well with my cola and whiskey musings. This week's liturgy was the Mark passage where John the Baptist talks about Jesus by saying that he (John) is only preparing the way for One greater than he. The pastor's sermon then went on to say that Jesus made remarks that He was preparing the way for those who would do even greater things - meaning us.

During the sermon, all of the biblical talk was then tied to the history of our congregation because Sunday was the annual meeting for our local church, during which we analyze the prior year and plan for the upcoming. We're going through some tough financial straits, but due to our hard work, we're turning things around. Luckily our predecessors planned for lean times like these, and hopefully the present congregants will continue to look forward as they deal with today's issues. The minister made a comment that I think is important for all of us to remember, especially those of us that are relatively young. She said, "Some day the youngest person in the room may be the oldest person in the room." As a teacher, that summed up what keeps me going every day. We have to prepare the way for the people that will one day lead our society. We have to teach. We have to guide. We have to clean up our messes. And we have to prepare.

We have to be the whiskey that makes the skunky beer go down a little easier later on in the night.

Thinking

2008-12-06T17:58:00.001-06:00

I don't know why I waste my time on beer. Whiskey is so much more effective. I'm drinking it now just to help the soda go down.

Purchases

2008-11-16T21:45:00.002-06:00

I bought my first candle this week. It was $20 on sale. I don't know why, but I feel as if my life is different now. I had similar feeling when I bought my first 3-hole punch. It seems like a rite of passage - I'm one more step into adulthood. Christie, stop reading now. I accidentally left it burning while I was out this weekend - for 5 hours.

I also bought a vest. It looks good, but it does not look like something I would wear. Christie supported the purchase, but only because she's a good friend. She thinks wearing a vest is weird. Could this be some strange quarter-life crisis? When/if I buy a camera (my 4th for the year) I'll post a picture of my new vest, with a candle burning in the background.

Dan Goldin Day

2008-11-16T21:37:00.002-06:00

We had 14 people at the brewery to celebrate Dan Goldin Day this year. And some of them didn't even know they were out for the holiday until they arrived and I told them. I had not wanted them to feel any pressure to buy gifts or get dressed up special. A good time was had by all - or so I was told. The highlight of my evening was certainly dancing to Billy Ocean's "Get out of my Dreams". My new friends were mega-impressed when I called a Journey song seconds before it played. "Just another Dan Goldin Day miracle," I explained to them. Mario told me later this weekend that Hall & Oates and Billy Ocean had not had such large roles in his life until he started hanging out with me and Jon. This was before he heard Christie and me sing "Paradise by the Dashboard Light" at the pizza place on Saturday afternoon.

On-the-job Training

2008-11-10T22:09:00.003-06:00

Blogger is in Japanese! So is google! What is wrong with my computer? I had to guess at what links would bring me to this page. At least when my computer is in Spanish I can make reasonable guesses as to what words mean.

Anyway, I wanted to write about a student today, who showed me a little bit of the ashes of his dead mother. She died earlier this year. The ashes were in a little gold cross that he wore around his neck. It was sad and I didn't know what to say. I asked him where his family keeps the urn. They don't teach you things like this in education classes.

Class

2008-11-05T21:43:00.002-06:00

The textbook mentions Macbeth because they assume that all high school students would be familiar with Shakespeare's greatest plays.

Me: Does anyone know what Macbeth is?
12th grade student: Yeah, I do. He's a crime-fighting dog.
Me: Ummm...You're thinking of McGruff.

Also, this was one of my best students. He's at least making associations with the words I use in class.

Sprecken the Deutsch?

2008-11-01T16:11:00.002-05:00

Great, now everything is in Dutch on my computer. The extent of my Dutch is houseboatmuseum, which, believe it or not, translates to "houseboat museum."

Espanol

2008-10-30T07:49:00.003-05:00

Why is my home page now in Spanish? I don't want to use la google for my internet searches. How did my computer become bilingual overnight?

Full Saturday

2008-10-26T12:29:00.004-05:00

On Saturday morning I ran 15 kilometers with Jon and Mario. Actually, I only ran with Mario - Jon left us in his dust. I finished in 1 hour 29 minutes - a new world record! And by "world" I mean within my house. My eight remaining toe nails are still connected to my feet and I have no blisters. Unfortunately though, I cannot lift my legs to go up stairs. I should have stretched more and sat in the ice bath longer. I also wish I had known that there would be unlimited free beer after the race. I would not have driven to the race.

Saturday evening I went to an indoor soccer game in which Jon and several of our other friends played. They easily lost, but I missed the end because I ended up going to the Emergency Room with Adrienne and Tad, her boyfriend who was kicked in the knee within 8 seconds of running onto the "field". His knee cap ended up being a few inches from where it should have been. He was able to leave the hospital on crutches but not after we spent a few hours there. I haven't been to the ER since I lived in the same city as Jackie. She made every holiday exciting.

Grandpa

2008-10-23T22:01:00.003-05:00

My grandfather died last Friday and I made a sudden trip to Pennsylvania over the weekend. Despite the reasons for the trip, I greatly enjoyed the time with my family. It was four days spent laughing and crying - but mostly laughing. Grandpa was a great man who taught his family by example. He was stern, but as he got older he mellowed out and I always looked forward to my visits with him over the holidays. He told decent jokes that were always (usually) clean.

Some of my fond memories of him include when we left him at the restaurant after celebrating his birthday. He paid for the meal. And as he was taking care of the bill, we got into our cars and left. Because people had switched cars, no one realized that he was not in any of the cars until we were back at his house.

This is also the grandfather for whom I made jello shots on his 80th birthday.

The following video is him singing around the camp fire at a family party. I have been singing this song to myself all week

And Then I Saw My Boss Naked

2008-10-16T19:06:00.002-05:00

I had a rough Tuesday.

5:30 - Woke up, got outta bed

7:00 - Arrived at school for grading

7:30 - Staff meeting. Watched a video about generic drugs. Sat through lecture from principal about being on time. Reminded that Open House was that evening from 5 to 7.

8:30 - Students begin to trickle into classes because there is still no tardy policy!

9:30 - 3:40 - "taught" classes. By "taught" I mean that I presented information to scores of people although their reception was limited. Put up with "Bum Day" the second day of the Spirit Week from hell. How does smearing white powder under your nose as if it were coke qualify as spirit-building?

4:00 - Dinner with the new teacher because he's on the edge. I don't know if it's the edge of quitting or going postal, but it's the edge of something. Listened to his struggles.

5:00 - 7:00 - Open House. No administration was in the building to give us direction but I was able to get some work done.

7:30 - Swam a mile at the gym

8:20 - Showered

8:22 - Went to the locker room. Saw my principal wearing only his glasses. Because I wasn't wearing my glasses I did not recognize him until I was about a meter away. I struggled through an awkward "Hey, how are you?" and wondered whether I should call him "Mr. _______" or by his first name, which I have never actually done. It just doesn't seem right to address someone formally when they are wearing the most informal of outfits.

8:26 - Drove home

8:45 - Arrived home

8:46 - Began my whiskey-tastic evening

Kickball Injuries

2008-10-08T23:54:00.002-05:00

Last week I made a great play in kickball. I slid into home plate during the last play of the game. It would have been very dramatic if I hadn't been out at 2nd, and 3rd. I was the last out of the game, we were down by 14 points, and I thought to myself, "Who cares about rules - I'm just gonna keep on running until they stop me." And nobody did. So, I kept running. And to end the inning on a ridiculous note, I decided to slide into home. However, I don't know how to slide, so it was more like falling with gusto. My team loved it. Unfortunately I cut up my knee and I was bleeding for the rest of the night. The blood would not have been such a big deal except I was going to a party afterwards, at which I only knew a few people. I made a great first impression with my blood running down my leg and dirt spots all over my clothes. It didn't help that everyone else was dressed up as if they were headed to the symphony. I stuck out like a sore thumb - or a nailless toe, which I currently have two of. But that's a different story.

This week at kickball I was pelted in the face with the kickball. I know it's just a kickball, but John throws hard and I did nothing to remove myself from the missile's path, which would have ended at the opponent and resulted in the inning's last out. Unfortunately, my face was in the way and I was left dazed and confused. Seriously, my face was tingly for the next 3 innings and I'm sure it was not due to all of the candy corn consumed in the first inning.

I'm preemptively placing myself on the DL for next week's game.

Burgled

2008-09-21T13:16:00.003-05:00

I was robbed again. My computer and camera were taken. I am blogging from the library again. Slowly I am meeting every officer in the police department. I still have my West Wing and Lord of the Rings boxed sets of DVDs.

Rainy Sunday

2008-09-14T17:18:00.003-05:00

I am always surprised by how a worship service can improve my feelings. My church is pretty cool, but in an awkward kind of way. The people are strange, but they do not care. They keep pushing forward, going about their business with no shame, doing the best they can with what they have.

I arrived at church feeling pretty down. As I said in my earlier post, I was hit with loneliness after my party and it lingered to the morning. But then as I talked to the other congregants or heard their stories, I began to feel better. And it is not because I realized how much "easier" my life is, or because I compared my troubles to theirs. But instead, I felt better because I realized that we are all struggling with something. I am not the only one. During the prayers of the people, the woman next to me lifted up a prayer of thanksgiving for the months that she has been sober. The elderly woman in front of me shared her concerns for her husband and his failing health. Darlington talked about improved political changes in Zimbabwe, his home country. I was reminded that we are doing the best we can with what we have. And for many of us, what we have is each other.
The service is very casual. Although we have an order of service, there are often mistakes, and the congregation is sometimes unaware of what they "should" be doing. You may be thinking that my complaining about sitting vs. standing or reading the wrong scripture is petty, but errors detract from a well-planned service. They distract us from the important parts because we think about procedures.

Parties

2008-09-14T00:32:00.003-05:00

Have you read Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf? As The Hours says it really is about a woman having a party, but it is so much more. Today I threw a party and I could not help but think about Mrs. Dalloway (or Clarissa) and what happens to her in the book. It is not a very exciting book because it is mundane. However, because so much of it resembles my thoughts and feelings I found the book to be enthralling.

I wondered why I threw the party today. Did I simply want to see my friends in one place? Did I want my friends to have a chance to spend some time together? Did I want to prove that I have friends? Or could I also have wanted to give an opportunity for my friends to meet each other? I am not entirely sure of what my answer is. I know that I like all of my friends. I like their attitudes and thoughts. I want to know how they think, and I appreciate every chance I have to spend with them. But given my anxiety as various people showed up today, I wonder how much I wanted them to like each other.

And, although I do not normally reveal my feelings on this blog, I was struck by how I felt as the remainder of my party left tonight. I wanted them to stay. I felt lonely and I just wanted them in my house longer. I know that there are various dynamics in my circle of friends that complicate these feelings, but I wanted more time with other people. I spent all day cleaning and cooking and waiting for others. I wanted more time with them. And I write this because it reminds me further of Mrs. Dalloway, who even though was surrounded by others, still felt lonely. I feel lonely, although I am surrounded by good friends, and I do not know how to break out of the feeling. Perhaps I just have to wait for it to pass.

5 Years in Wisconsin

2008-09-12T23:41:00.002-05:00

and I have 7 different cheeses in my refrigerator. Asiago, Gouda, American, cheddar, mozzarella, feta, and cream.

Third Time...

2008-09-06T22:24:00.002-05:00

I had 3 interactions with the Milwaukee Police Department this week. The first 2 were related. I witnessed a hit-and-run and gave a statement twice. Way to be efficient, MPD.

The third interaction occurred an hour ago as I was walking through an alley in my neighborhood. An unmarked car pulled up beside me, and the officer in the driver seat began a conversation with me as she was getting out of the car. She asked questions about how I was doing, but before I knew it my hands were in the air and I was being frisked. As I think back to the situation, I don't even know what I was saying. I know she was asking questions and I was answering them. Thank goodness I remember where I live and my phone number. Although I messed up my number the first time she asked. I did feel a little embarrassed when she asked why I was walking through the alley instead of on the street. I had noticed some houses for sale and I was checking them out. I wanted to compare the prices and see if the neighborhood was increasing or decreasing in value. Of course, crime waves tend to turn house values down. I showed the cops my list of houses that I was checking out. Then I realized that this could look as if I were casing the joints.

Luckily the cops believed my story. Actually I think the one recognized me from my break-in last May. I was sure to bring that up so that she would know that I am a victim, not a perp. As they pulled away and my adrenaline subsided I became very frightened. A friend of mine was mugged the last night at gunpoint, and apparently there was someone to be feared walking the streets in my general area.

I continued on my walk and I think the houses are overpriced. They are not nearly as good as my house. And that's with the broken water heater. Cold showers are good for me.

First Day, Second Year

2008-09-02T23:24:00.002-05:00

I had a pretty good first day of school today. As long as the guidance department does not mess with my classes, I think I could really enjoy the students that are currently there. Although they may be crass, many seem to be serious students. Of course, "serious" in the context of my school.

The freshmen were particularly interesting today. I have the freshmen (all 15 of them) who are on track for AP calculus in their senior year. They asked such good questions and they sounded somewhat scared. Of course, one boy told us that the best part of his summer vacation was the restraining order that was finally enacted on his father. No training will ever prepare teachers for the things that students will say.

I had several students make remarks on my reputation. "Are you really as mean as they say?" "But I hear that you never get mad?" "Your classes are hard, right?" I like my reputation. Maybe it has a tinge of respect. I hope it has bought me some street cred.

Canny

2008-08-30T22:27:00.002-05:00

Emily and I canned tomatoes today. And by "today" I mean for 9 hours. We probably produced about 10 quarts of tomatoes and some juice. We spent $46, which includes jars that will be reused next year. However, in the end, each quart cost about $4.60 and took 54 minutes to create. Emily said, "I appreciate canned food now."

August

2008-08-26T22:19:00.004-05:00

August has been a busy month for me...and my big toe. I think an appropriate way to tell my story of August would be through the point of view of my big toe.

Day 1: Finally wearing shoes on a regular basis. The weird tan line from the sandals is a little embarrassing. It is nice to see that Donny at least has a two week job at the YMCA teaching a math enrichment class.

Day 4: Gained several blisters during a 10 mile run. Sure he may have reached his goal of a time less than 1 hour 40 minutes, but was it worth the pain?

Day 5: Blisters seem to be growing. I think my nail is coming off.

Day 6: Nail is definitely changing colors. Oh it hurts. Still working though so I spend my days in a shoe.

Day 7: OMG, he's running again!

Day 8: Last day of work for the summer. Spent all night dancing at Jake and Katie's wedding. Motown favorites, MJ; this guy never sits down! Those black shoes from high school still look good. I wish

Day 10: Large nail definitely falling off. Donny's cousin and her fiance show up for the week. Looks like there will be plenty of walking.

Day 13: Saw my third brewery tour in as many days. I can't believe they let me in here in my open-toe shoes. Also, visited the zoo and filled the bar on bluegrass night.

Day 15: Mom and Dad come to visit. Continue to walk around the city and site-see. Mom suggests that my nail be polished a natural color.

Day 19: Attacked by a cicada as big as myself!

Day 20: Return to yoga and hope that nobody notices the state of me or my 9 brethren. Realize that everyone else is sweating too much to look at their neighbor's feet.

Day 21 - 24: Camping in the UP! Some hiking in shoes but often in sandals too. Get stubbed on a bed post on way the bathroom one night. Ouch.

Day 25: Step a bee and get stung. Life's not fair! I wish I were in a shoe and at work.

Day 26: Bought new running shoes. Nice, new running shoes. Expensive new running shoes. Maybe this will prevent blisters and loss of toe nails.

Day 27: Tomorrow school begins again. Life will return to the shoe. Tonight spent playing kickball and listening to bluegrass music. Life is good as a toe.

Wheel

2008-08-05T14:35:00.002-05:00

I think I sprained my neck at yoga today. I probably should not have been in class though given that my feet have ugly blisters on them from my run this weekend. But my muscles are not sore and I assumed that as long as I did not do anything on my toes, I would feel find. That was correct until I tried to get beyond my 5-point wheel stance. You know, when you try to lift your head off the ground. My head did not leave the ground. It just went sideways and stretched my neck in a new direction. I put ice on it, but I have no idea if that's better or worse.

Have you seen the fainting goats on YouTube? I refuse to get a dog, but my heart has sort of turned for the fainting goats.

Derby

2008-08-04T18:04:00.002-05:00

I had a big weekend. It began with a public showing of The Wizard of Oz, which I haven't seen since I was a little kid. I could never get past the flying monkeys so this may have been the first time I watched the entire movie. I didn't remember it being so funny. For example, the Cowardly Lion, when turned away by the Wizard's doorman, complains that he just had a permanent in his mane. That's funny.

On Sunday, I ran a 10 mile race. It's certainly the farthest I have ever run. And I did it in 1 hour and 34 minutes, which is 6 minutes less than my goal of running 10-minute miles. I'm pretty happy with myself, though my blistered feet could be in better shape. I'm now going to try to do a similar race over Labor Day weekend.

In between the Wizard and the running, I went to a Demolition Derby on Saturday at a county fair. It was great and worth every penny of the admission price. However, I have to confess that I left a little early. Who knew that watching cars and trucks (and busses!) smash into each other for 2+ hours would become repetitive? I have uploaded some pictures below because my
descriptions could never do the "demo" justice.

Sarah, Chris, Emily, Trevor, Christie, and Amanda anxiously await the first heat - 4X4 Trucks.

The vehicles would line up at the beginning of each heat to receive a blessing from the Emperor before they would fight to their deaths.

Tires popped. Cars caught on fire.

Shafts cracked and broke. Engines smoked.

Like the Highlander, only one vehicle would remain at the end of the heat. The rest were dragged from the arena.

Christie reacts to the carnage.

And then the busses arrived!

They were fun to watch for a while, but then eventually it was like watching old men beat each other up. The busses would limp across the arena on less than 4 wheels only to dent the others.

Small World

2008-07-17T23:32:00.003-05:00

Tonight I ran the Festa Italiana's 5K Fun Run with Mick. This was my 4th Fun Run for the season, but the 1st that did not involve free beer at some point during the run. The number of participants is drastically lower than for the other 3 races. Coincidence?

While waiting for the race to start I saw a guy that reminded me of the other bass player from BU's all campus orchestra. I stared at him for quite a while to determine if it was him. It would be too strange for him to be in Milwaukee so decided that it could not be him. Well, then when we lined up to begin the race I was much closer to the guy and was quite certain it was him. I started talking to him and I think we were both surprised that the other ended up in Milwaukee. He's here for law school, but has found a job in the city too. We talked briefly after the race, but I didn't know what to say. We weren't good friends in college. We just shared the blaim when the bass section led the entire orchestra astray. But I found him on facebook, so perhaps we will hang out sometime. Perhaps I should introduce him the Bluegrass Night.

Break the fast

2008-07-17T14:31:00.002-05:00

I hit a milestone in my life today. I was drinking before 8 am. Whiskey. And it's Thursday. But there's a story behind this. You see, last night was Bluegrass Night, as every Wednesday is. We were listening to Chad Witty and friends play "Whiskey Before Breakfast", which you can watch below on YouTube.

Christie and Amanda were already planning to have breakfast before they went to work. It only took a little leap of logic to realize that pancakes will taste better with whiskey. Breakfast was good. We ate on the balcony and watched the neighbors wake up. It was a great way to start the day. But I don't think it'll be an everyday occurrence.

Refrigerator Raider

2008-07-14T21:59:00.001-05:00

My refrigerator is broken, so Christie took all of my dairy items and I am drinking all of the beer.

My Independence

2008-07-06T19:16:00.002-05:00

I think the greatest symbol of my independence during my week at home occurred on the Fourth when I smoked a cigarette in front of my mother. We were at the family's lake cottage and Mom's sisters decided that they needed a smoke break. They invited their oldest nephew to join them for his company.

I want you to picture this: My mom, her two sisters, and me in the middle of a dirt road, 50 feet from the cottage's property. We made sure that there were plenty of trees and bushes between us and the house so that husbands and children would not see us. I had a cigarette in one hand and a high-ball glass (a Manhattan made by 89 year-old Uncle Harry) in the other. The look on my mother's face said, "But you were an honor roll student."

IOWA

2008-06-23T22:05:00.004-05:00

When Wisconsinites vacation, they go to Iowa. This weekend, Amanda brought Christie, Jon, and me to her hometown of Maquoketa, IA. As Jon said on the way home, Iowa exceeded expectations. We had a good time. I don't have a camera, but I'll steal some pictures from my friends to give more detail to the highlights of the trip.

Catfish fry - I ate 3 fish. I know how much I ate because the meat was still on the bone. We also drank Bud from a can.

Two fires in the backyard.

Flapjacks Restaurant - We learned that IHOP is not in Canada. Apparently the "I" means nothing. Christie looked around at the other patrons of Flapjacks and realized her future.

The Caves - Only pictures will express how cool these were.

The Field of Dreams - Only pictures will express how much it looks like a baseball diamond in a cornfield.

Popsicle Stick - Amanda had one stuck on her car roof for the entire trip. Many conversations were held regarding the popsicle stick.

Drive-in Movie - We arrived 2 hours early to get a good spot only to find that the movies being shown were Don't Mess with the Zohan and Made of Honor. Lucky for us we had whiskey, beef jerky, popcorn, beer, strawberries, and junior mints to pass the time. I fell asleep for most of Zohan and we left after 15 minutes of MoH.

Who needs a television?

2008-06-17T13:35:00.002-05:00

When the Hollywood writers were on strike they must have spent some time writing storylines for my life, because I swear I'm living a TV show.

First of all, my job is like an after-school TV special. High school kids are naturally drama magnets. I had some funny stories for you, but they were all trumped by the sober news that the school staff received on Monday, our last day before summer vacation. Over the weekend, one of our freshmen, a sophomore this fall was killed. It involved a gun and a fight. It made me think of those kids that stopped coming to school for the last weeks of the semester. Where did they end up? Especially Nicole. Her grades were getting so much better and then she stopped attending class. Where is she?

My social life is an episode of Friends. Like one of the season finales. It's awful. I can give you details off-line.

My household reminds me of a Looney Tunes cartoon. I have a mouse in my kitchen, named Floyd. (Stupid dangling participle - the mouse is named Floyd, not the kitchen.) Floyd taunts me. He runs out into the middle of the room when I'm there. He doesn't hide. He feigns fear. I set a trap for him, but it never springs. I set it out. I go for a run. I return in an hour. The peanut butter is gone, but the trap is still set. I have done this three times, and yet Floyd still runs amok like a roadrunner. Perhaps I need a bigger anvil.

Bring on Summer

2008-06-15T18:26:00.003-05:00

Student 1: Are you mixed?
Me: Uh?
Student 1: Like are you just white? Or are you, like, Puerto Rican too?
Me: Well, some of my family is from Russia, Italy, and Germany. Maybe Welsh too.
Student 2: Yeah, he's just white.
Me: Are you just black? Do you know where your family's from?
Student 1: Some of my family is from Mississippi.
Student 2: That's the United States too.

Happy Father's Day

2008-06-15T18:20:00.002-05:00

Some of the advice/wisdom that has been passed to me from my father:

Never pass on the right.
Sit up straight with your shoulders back.
When your church asks you for help, give it. They'll be there for you when you ask for help.
Restrooms are always near the bar.
If your grandparents give you something, say "Thank you" and take it. We can throw it out when we get home.
Use sun block on your bald head.
Or wear a hat.
Only you can make yourself happy.

Thanks, Dad.

Memorial Day - Riverwest Style

2008-05-26T20:49:00.002-05:00

I had a nice Memorial Day. It was quiet, but here are some highlights. Sunburn. Mosquito bites and yard work. A swim. A bike ride. Finished a great book - City of Thieves - read it! A water ski show. But then, you know how my day ended? A mayonnaise eating contest!

I simply wanted to buy some organic, locally grown spinach from my co-op. However, when I saw the contest being held outside, I had to stay and watch. The two guys split a jar of mayonnaise - actually it was Vegannaise, which I am not sure if that increases or decreases the gross factor of the contest. The guys were on their 28th spoonful when I arrived. They would only need 2 more each to finish the jar. It was strange to watch, but I felt that I had to stay because I really don't feel as if I'm a part of the neighborhood yet. I recognize people and they probably recognize me too. So, I took my first step today to get to know my neighbors. I cheered them on as they ate vegannaise by the spoonful.

Happy Memorial Day.

Grief?

2008-05-19T22:52:00.004-05:00

Last Monday, someone broke into my house. The thief stole my computer, my digital camera, some cash, and my DVDs. I now realize that he (or she!) also took some of my security. The lost computer is not such a big deal because of the money, but because of all of the information stored on it - especially the pictures. And all of the ridiculous items I have been producing so that I can finally finish my licensing to become a teacher. Back to the drawing board, I suppose.

Anyway, today I was thinking about the DVDs that were taken. Only my West Wing and Lord of the Rings collections remain, so obviously the thief has no culture. I'm not much of movie guy, so I won't really miss the movies for the film value. But almost all of them had some sentimental value - or belonged to someone else. I had three movies from Jon - two of which were uncommon French Canadian films and hard to replace. I had a documentary from a guy at church about the Cuban medical system. I'm sure to find that one at Target next to Bringin' Down the House. I also had a library loaner. Owe, I hope the thief returns it to the library.

Many of the other titles were gifts. Shrek - a Christmas present from an aunt, The Shawshank Redemption from Tom, Dead Poets' Society a going-away gift from my co-workers when I left to become a teacher. I don't want them back because I plan to watch them again. I want them back because they were gifts.

2008-05-16T19:42:00.002-05:00

Yesterday during class, one of my quiet Asian girls flipped out at her classmates. She tries so hard to concentrate during the lesson and she's surrounded by hooligans. She struggles to concentrate with so much chatter and tomfoolery around her. And then yesterday she snapped. Another student woke up during her tirade and said to the others, "I don't know what you did to make her snap, but I would stop it." When I told her 9th grade teacher about the episode he laughed but he seemed proud. "Good for her." he said, which is how I think most of the teachers and reasonable students felt too. When she was done, I only shook my head and told the class, "She's right."

Unfortunately most of the students laughed at her. Some of it might have been uncomfortable laughter. I hope most of it was because deep inside I want to believe that the majority of the students know that they have to do well in school (and in life). But I know that there was definitely mean-spirited laughter in that room. Kids can be so cruel. Of course, adults can be cruel too. And that's what worries me the most. I'm not sure how many "kids" were laughing. I think they could have been some young adults. And I worry that they just may be mean people who will not "grow out" of this.

2008-05-11T17:29:00.002-05:00

The church service today was not especially moving. However, it was worth sitting through if only for the following statement from the minister. After a painfully performed anthem offered by one of the more colorful congregants, the minister acknowledged her by saying, "Yes, He surely knows how much we can bear." I found this hilarious. Why was I the only one laughing?

Mother's Day Record

2008-05-11T17:28:00.001-05:00

On this Mother's Day I talked to my grandfather, my grandmother, and my mom in 7 minutes, 33 seconds. We don't banter about in this family.

Less Than Expected

2008-05-08T21:51:00.002-05:00

Another teacher called me in the middle of class today to ask me which is the "greater than" sign. My students overheard the conversation. I'm still not sure how many people I should tell about this. At least he is not one of our math teachers.

Summer, are you really coming?

2008-04-27T22:13:00.002-05:00

Even though temperatures dropped below freezing this weekend, and there is a chance of snow flurries tomorrow, I'm a little tempted to think of this past weekend as a prelude to summer. By postponing several work assignments to Sunday night (and later this week), we managed to achieve several of our Summer Goals just this week. First, Trevor, Christie, and I drove out to Madison for the Crazylegs Classic 8K run on Saturday morning. I can't believe how cold it was. My normal rule is that I don't run when the temperatures are less than 50, but I made an exception because I had already paid the registration fee. And I didn't realize how cold it was until we passed a thermometer on our way there.

We spent most of the day in the city visiting with friends who used to live in Milwaukee. As we had spent the morning running 5 miles, it was pretty low-key. And any time we hit a lull in a conversation, someone would just begin singing "I'm not gonna write you a love song. Cause you ask for it." We're not necessarily fans of the song. It just played on the radio frequently and we could never get it out of our heads.

Later that evening we headed to a local cocktail lounge. I can't even begin to describe how beautifully tacky this place is. But it has shimmering poinsettia trees and wood panel walls among its decor.

This evening we went to a bell choir concert at Concordia University, where Amanda went to school. She gave us a little tour, but it was too windy for us to eat our dinner on the bluff as we had originally planned. The concert was pretty good. It made me a little homesick for Moscow. Right now, I miss high school and how much simpler life was then.

Update

2008-04-20T21:42:00.002-05:00

I'm sorry that I've been so bad about posting lately. But you see, the temperature of Wisconsin is now above freezing, and the snow if finally receding. My students are still demanding a great deal of my attention and the class that I'm taking is winding down. I have all sorts of assignments due in the next month. I handed in one of them on Tuesday, only to have given back to me on Friday to redo. Super. And this weekend I had to write a "self-identity autobiography" that focuses on my cultural background. I sit at my desk and think about the beautiful weather outside, I keep telling myself that I will have all the time I want in July and August.

And to be perfectly honest, I have had some quality down time recently. Bluegrass Wednesdays is still hot. Our kickball team is 1-1, which is already better than last year's record of 0 and every game we showed up to. I attended an MSO concert and saw the new conductor's first concert. And today I saw a woman with a Skip-it running down the street. And you know what my reaction was? I want a skip-it too.

This week is also looking to be jam-packed. I hope to find some time to tell you all about it.

Flattery?

2008-04-10T21:48:00.001-05:00

Dental Hygienist (to me): You have good saliva flow. That's a good thing.

Stories from Home

2008-03-31T21:38:00.002-05:00

My sister reports the followin from my mom after she saw a young hawk flying around the house.

Mom: I saw an egg in the woods last week and thought it was a squirrel egg...but maybe it was a hawk egg.

Spring Break, Day 5

2008-03-25T09:57:00.003-05:00

I woke up at 5:30 this morning so that I could make it to the Spin class that I haven't been to since I began teaching. It kicked my butt.

I have several pictures from Easter. Hopefully I'll get to posting them some time today. Otherwise my plans for today include finishing my taxes and grading papers. Boy, oh boy, if I could get all of my "business" done early this week, the upcoming weekend would be super.

Google Maps

2008-03-18T22:29:00.001-05:00

I found my car on google maps. Is it strange that I was looking for it? I figured that the pictures of the Milwaukee streets were taken last year, so I just looked around my old apartment for my car. And I found it!

No syrup for you!

2008-03-16T13:46:00.002-05:00

We were turned away from a pancake breakfast today, because we had not registered and they weren't sure if they had enough maple syrup for us. What gives? Go to the store and buy some extra syrup. What a dumb fund-raiser.

2008-03-09T13:00:00.003-05:00

Twice this weekend I have found myself driving through the ghetto and blasting Kenny Loggins on the radio. Footloose and I'm Alright.

PA Updates

2008-02-18T20:54:00.002-06:00

My mom called me the other day with updates from home.

Mr. So-and-so died, which is too bad because his son was finally getting married this year. "Finally" because the bride graduated with me and they were dating back in high school. I've known the bride since kindergarten; we trick-or-treated together. The groom played bells next to me in the church bell choir.

One of the local firefighters, who is also a PennDOT employee, found the body parts of a dead (duh!) person on the side of the local highway. They found most of the woman except for her hands, which they needed for identification purposes. So, my sister, along with several other people in the area, volunteered to comb the area for the hands. Kelly didn't find them, but she did find a bag of poop. This leads us to more puzzling questions of who throws bags of poop to the side of the highway.

I gave these updates to Christie, but she already knew them. She told me she forgot to pass along those stories because they were surpassed by another story from her father. I remember her telling this story. It began like this:

Christie: Guess who called my father this week? Dr. Phil!

Of course, after a lead-in like this, weddings and murders are forgotten.

2008-02-11T21:06:00.000-06:00

Seven degrees feels warm tonight.

Triangles

2008-02-09T15:04:00.000-06:00

I'm grading the quizzes that my students took on polygons this week. The highest grade in 4th hour is a 60%. They are identifying polygons. Triangles and squares. Convex and concave. What am I going to do?

Here's an interesting conversation that happened this week.

Student: Man, it smells like liquor. You know one of those fruity drinks.
[Actually I think a girl had sprayed some perfume.]

Student: (to me) Have you been drinking? Have you ever had alcohol?

Me: No.
Me: (thinking) I'm actually hung-over right now.

2007 - Year in Review!

2008-02-04T23:03:00.000-06:00

Better Late than Never

January.

Began the year in Philadelphia among friends.
Chugged along at work though not very satisfied.
New ministers at church. Sure they came out of retirement, but they had spunk.

February

Took a Pilates class. By “took” I mean I signed up for 8 weeks and only went twice.
Took the bus more. Yea! Public Transportation.
Not much happened in February.

March

Flew to Europe with Felecia and Charley. Whirlwind tour of 4 countries in 7 days.

Learned that Holland and the Netherlands are the same.
Sang, danced, thought about life, and took pictures of French things.

Continued to chug along at work, but applying for an alternative teacher-certification program.
Forgot to register for an actuarial exam. Oops. Secretly relieved.

April

Attended Brewers Opening Day. Proud to be Brewer fan.
Met with a new pastor for the church.
Took an exam for teacher certification; lie to get out of work for that morning.
Easter included an egg hunt in the dark.
Crazy Legs was first fun run of the season. 8 Kilometers. With our late registration we were in the last wave. Because we were at the back of the pack, we spent the entire race passing other runners. Not once did someone pass us.
Trevor hosted first cook-out of the season though there is still snow on the ground.
Attend ed retirement party and confirmed that I do not want to work for the Man.

May

Worked a great deal even though I had been accepted to a teacher-certification program (MTEC).

Organize MS Walk team – with only 1 other co-worker.
Organize Symphony on the Square at lunchtime – with only 2 other co-workers.

June

Jess visited during Riversplash. We had a blast and I tried to convince her to move to Milwaukee with my super friends.
Christie and I talked about purchasing a duplex together.

Met with real estate agent.
Met with mortgage brokers.
Small ulcer developed.

Last golf outing with work. Said good-bye to job perks.
Mick got married. Boogie-woogied as every white boy should.
Ran in the Beer Run, the only race I know of sponsored by Miller.
Mom and Alaina visited.
Surreptitiously attended MTEC classes.

Ulcer grows.

July

Offer on house accepted. OMG!
Announce d my intention to leave my job. But still plan to take the following week off.
Storm the Bastille 5K Run through the streets of Milwaukee. Vive la France!
Flew home for the Croomdaddy wedding.

Got a little homesick.
Rode a jet-ski for the first time.

Visit ed NYC with aunt and cousins.
Hope springs eternal for Hardy, Fielder, and the Brew Crew.

August

Quit job.
Bought a house.

September

Started school.

Showed various signs of stress.
Slept less.
But have much better stories to tell.

Lost our first (but not last) kickball game. Did well at the bar afterwards.
Flew to Philadelphia for Adina’s wedding.

Tease, joke, gossip, eat, drink, and dance.

Host Ugandan orphans in my house overnight. Talked to their chaperon, Julius, about being a twenty-something in the 21^st century in our different countries.

October

First parent-teacher conferences.
First homecoming dance.

Learned that the latest dance craze is to hump the floor.

Weekly kickball continues – thank goodness.
Attended kickball tournament on a Saturday morning.

Begin drinking at 9 am.
Meet Papa Smurf.

Organized church’s team for CROP walk. Realize that we have more Jews on our team than Christians.
Jacob moves in for 3 months. Make the joke that I only live with “Jacobs” several times.

November

Just kept swimming.
Word of the Month: Survival
Threw a House Warming Party with a wide range of people. Success!
Ran around the zoo for the Jingle Bell Run
Observed Dan Goldin Day with a Brewery Tour. This year we actually made it!

Recognize another teacher working at the brewery. Say Hi.

Went on another brewery tour later on in the month.

Hope that fellow teacher/brewery worker does not remember me and the frequency of my tours.

Teach origami to my students.
Celebrated Thanksgiving with a close group of friends. Give Thanks.

December

Countdown the 20 school days between Thanksgiving and Christmas.
Told by several people to “Hang in there.” Even the homeless guy who sat with me at the Co-op one day when there weren’t enough tables and we had to share.
Realized that I am a bluegrass fan.
Realized that Trevor is an a capella fan and Christie definitely is not.
Flew to Moscow for the holidays.
Tried to fly back to Milwaukee but became stranded in Cleveland.

Drove a yellow mustang convertible back to Wisconsin in 8 hours.

Welcomed my friends to MilONYE.
Blacked out after 9pm on NYE.

She's not kidding

2008-02-02T18:49:00.000-06:00

Student: How did I fail the exam? What did I need to pass?
Me: You need at least 60% to pass.
Student: But I did about half of the exam. That must be at least a B.
Me: Actually, if you only did half, the highest you could possibly get is a 50%, so that's less than 60%.
Student: Oh, ok.

Pictures!

2008-01-27T21:13:00.000-06:00

In the My Pictures folder on my computer, I have an entire folder dedicated to the German Beer Hall. I had to create sub-folders to organize all of the pictures in there. Here is one of those pictures. This is Emily. She's a magnet for odd men. Here she has attracted a man in a silly hat. The bar was full of men in silly hats that night. All of their plumes were getting caught in the taxidermy on the walls. It was a haberdasher's nightmare.

Social Lubricant

2008-01-23T20:52:00.001-06:00

Milwaukee is still cold. I arrived home from school today to a cold house and turned up the heat. And by "turned up the heat" I mean I chugged two beers in 30 minutes. I have a schoolteacher salary remember, and oil is more expensive than beer. Technically it's not, but orange juice is. But I digress. Anyway, I had a couple of e-mail messages to write that I have been putting off because they are somewhat awkward to write. For example, last month's heating bill arrived and I have to contact my old roommate with the amount that he owes me. I have put this off for a week. However, 2 beers + 1 empty stomach = 1 message - awkwardness. Let's just hope I remembered punctuation and grammar. In fifteen minutes I have completed all of my awkward correspondence.

And now Bluegrass Wednesday awaits. Who knew that I was a bluegrass fan? Not me.

Test Scores (and kids) are Dropping in my School

2008-01-17T21:29:00.000-06:00

The last two days at school have been pretty eventful. The principal was gone for a convention, so the assistant principals were left to their own devices. At one point one of them got on the PA system and announced: "I would like to thank the majority of students who were in their classes on time today and doing what they were supposed to be doing. However, we had 60 students suspended today, and I want to remind those students that they cannot come back to school until next Tuesday. And Joe Smith, wherever you are. You have just been added to that suspension list. We'll see you next Tuesday."

When I heard this, I cheered. And other teachers told me that they did too. Finally, an AP was taking a stand against the tide of students who are growing more brazen. The school is falling apart, and sometimes I just hide in my class room.

Yesterday, we had some excitement in the math department. A student fell from the ceiling into Julie's classroom. Yes, from the ceiling. She was going along in her lesson, and then suddenly a person's arm and leg were hanging from the ceiling above her. The student had jumped on top of some storage cabinets that we keep in our hallway. Figuring that he could crawl around the school, he climbed onto the ceiling panels. Our school is home to some of the lowest test scores in the state, and this just reinforces that data. How did he think that ceiling panels would hold his weight? There are mice in the building too big for those panels.

We're not sure if the student was high or not. He was running around the school looking for chips and food earlier in the day. He may be one of our more entrepreneurial students who sells food to the masses, or he was jonesing himself. We don't know. But now the teachers are spreading rumors of a huge cache of flamin' hot chee-tos in our ceilings.

So, anytime that I have been asked about my day today, I have responded with, "Any day in which a student doesn't fall into my classroom is a good day in my book."

I don't miss the consulting world at all.

Someday...

2008-01-06T22:42:00.000-06:00

somebody's gonna make you wanna turn around and say Good-bye.

Oh, Sunday night listening to Delilah. Hold on for one more day.