LJ's being a bitch.
In other news, I have a problem with doing my English research paper. The topic is something of a confusing sort. We cannot select a topic that has "bedrock fundamentalist views on politics or religion." Then we have to come to some sort of hypothesis first and then (as she hopes) will be disproved. Now I have no idea what to have for my topic. At first I thought Leonard Peltier, but I don't know if that would be such a good idea.
The reason why I haven't asked my professor if that would be a good idea is because she's never in her office and apparently, many of the students in my class believe that she is a flake. Not too sure about that, but I do know that she doesn't really care for the class even if many upper Adminstrative people say that she is one of the best English teachers on the campus. I'm convinced that is a total lie.
Hmmm...let's see, the next order of business is the Native American Studies stuff that I have to be doing. Unfortunately, I have not purchased the literature book that we are supposed to be reading because I have no money. Hopefully, I will be able to this weekend and write those stupid critical thinking essays that he keeps harping on about.
Hmm...had a flat tire yesterday morning. Sucked because my morning was going so good. But I was proud of the fact that I was able to change it all by myself.
I have realized that I could never teach middle school children. I'd probably murder them on the chance that they piss me off. I came to this conclusion today when I was monitoring my mother's eighth period class, who are such awful children and I am throughly convinced that their parents do not believe in discipline. But in any case, they were misbehaving and the children had no respect what so ever. After several times of telling them to calm down, behave, and to sit, I became frustrated and had to yell at two boys who did not listen. I merely told them that I wasn't running a daycare and that if I were their parents, I'd be embarrassed of them and lead them to the deep end of a lake and let them drown. I also told to act their own age and if they wanted a babysitter, I'd gladly provide a number for them. One of those neurotic brats said that his behavior was normal and that no one tells him what to do. So I replied, "Sit down and shut up. Read a book or do something intellectual, if you even know what that means." Then he became quiet and some other neurotic brat was saying he'd jump me after school. I told him, "Why wait? Do it now, I have no reason to prolong my death." I think I like scaring these little children, but I'd rather have thier heads in a sack and deliver them on the front stoop of their parents' homes.
Here's another one. There is a young girl who is attention deprived. I remember the first time I met her, she pierced her own ear in the classroom and asked to go to the restroom to stop the bleeding. I gave her a strange look as my mother said, "She's starved for attention." I didn't really know what to say but other than, "I'd talk to her parents."
So...as you see, my career as a teacher does not have a well outlook in my future.
This is just too damn upsetting. Sometimes I wonder why I even went to school. I'm sure I would've done just fine with reading the damned textbooks on my own. I owe about $4200 to Georgetown. The nice thing is that I cannot get my transcripts and I cannot be admitted to any college as a degree seeking student. If anyone can find a loop-hole, I would love for you to tell me because this is just becoming too much and I don't know how much more crap I can take anymore. This is pissing me off and if you have words of encouragement, it wouldn't kill to say them here. Thanks.
Do you ever just wander around campus inside the halls just to see what the other classes are doing? Do you ever wonder if what they are learning is far more interesting than what you are studying? Do you wonder if they are an enthusiastic bunch that never wants to leave the classroom and eagerly waits for the next class to start while here you stand in the hallway with a bathroom pass trying to escape without being noticed?
That is a movie trailer in itself. Bwah ha ha ha! Let's see, I had fun in Phoenix despite my complaining Aunt, annoying misbehaving niece, and disgustingly hot weather. 102, 102!! And it's the middle of October. You know, something is not right in the weather here. Because it should be cold sleet right now. Not the sunny weather with 80 degrees on the way. But my nephew did do well in the yo yo competition and was by far the best one there. He was able to complete all the tricks and won a yo yo in a looping contest. It was so cool. We saw professionals, the World Champion Yo Yo dude, and the National Yo Yo Team. It was amazing. Fun, fun, fun.
Time to go complete English midterm. Why am I not looking forward to it? I think I should be compensated for having to buy that stupid blue book. I'm such a brat, I'm used to the school providing it.
You know that Dr. Seuss movie, "The Cat In the Hat?" Well...that is traumatic. And that ASCII representation didn't really look like the Cat in the Hat. But I'll tell you something, it didn't scare me. So I guess that's a good thing.
Anyway, I recieved some chain letter in my e-mail box. I feel like such a loser. The only e-mails that I get from friends are chain letters. What kind of shit is that?
I have the curse of not being able to sleep in on my off days from school. Which really sucks because I would like to have a little more sleep than what I get on Sunday and Tuesday nights.
Another happy moment was that The Cremains were nominated for a NAMMY in the Best Pop/Rock category. Very, very cool. I am big fan of them and I was able to meet the band at a music festival. So nice and they are great performers. Hmm...Dale's uncle Mr. Robert Mirabol was nominated for Artist of the Year. If you never attended the Native American Music Awards, man you are missing out. I remember when we went during my sophomore year. It was so much fun. We saw the induction of Hank Williams into the hall of fame. We met some famous Natives, it was great.
Still on my crusade for Howard Dean. So...that's keeping me on my toes.
Heading to Phoenix tomorrow morning around 9ish. Boo hoo! I have to wake up early. But, I get to see my nephew do his yoyo tricks on a competitive level and I'm excited! I know he will do well.
A new obsession has taken over my life. I have noticed that through playing SNK vs. Capcom far too many times to keep myself in a state of calm ethereal nonsense. In any case, it's fun and funny to watch me get all riled up about a video game. But as the title says, I hate Ryu. I hate him I hate him I HATE RYU!!
Does he really do anything else other than shoryuken? Come on...
I showed up at my pre-calc class 15 minutes late. I was the third person done wit
I showed up 15 mins. late for pre-calc. I was the 3rd one to finish the test. Now, I have issues with that. I seriously think that there is something wrong in this picture here.
I am almost done writing my letter of interest to the Middle College High school for the tutoring job. Hopefully, I will get hired. My mother knows the principle (who is her best friend) and she was assuring me that I would get hired. I was like, errr...yeah...and hell will freeze over.
I checked out two more books, The Great Gatsby and I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings. So my weekend will be nice and happy. I may be heading out to Albq this weekend and possibly during the next week during the Northern Navajo Fair, I will be in Shiprock. Mr. Lewis, I want to see you!!
Anyway, that's all for now. No sight of the cute boy from previous entry...grr...
And there is this cool thing for a whooping $1,700...yeah...that's tuition money there. Hell no I'm not paying that much!
There's nothing more fun than disrupting the fun in class with a somber sentence. That's what my professor gets for sticking me with a git of an example. We were doing sentences with subordinate conjuctions. In the mad folly of it all, and especially being grumpy due to traffic problems and lack of caffiene, I thought my sentence was highly entertaining.
"George ran away from home; then, he got hit by a car."
This got the comment of "oh god!" and "That'll teach him." Hmm...at least someone though I was funny.
Perhaps I should have added, "then, he got hit by a car and needed my insurance card." Oh well...moment is gone.
MATH AND ALCOHOL DON'T MIX! Please, don't drink and derive. Mathematicians Against Drunk Deriving