Oh to be a student
- Me: How's studying going?
- Russell: I've been facebooking/looking at watches all morning.
- Me: Ha, no really
- Russell: No really.
- Me: -__________-
4-5 days before: lay out sensible number of outfits; disregard those I won’t wear. Pat self on back for show of restraint. Marvel at all the extra space in suitcase.
1-3 days before: forget all sensibilities and start throwing in anything I will conceivably wear, including more outfits than I would ever need. Include clothes I’m 99% sure I won’t wear but pack *just in case I need them or magically lose 10 lbs and feel more comfortable wearing those snug shorts*.
In after school tutoring today one of my regulars commented on my usual ring that I wear on my right hand. It is a rough cut gem set in a rustic free form gold band. “Have you thought about switching that out for a diamond?” He commented casually and I asked him to repeat it because I was so tickled and caught off guard. Why I asked? “Tell guys that it’s your wedding band and that your husband died in a tragic accident. Then you can only date the good looking ones and all the others will feel sorry for you and leave you alone.”
The logic is a little shoddy but the idea is there. However, I am deeply concerned for myself. A student intervention on my dating life involving the use of a deceitful story and PROPS?! What do these kids think of me?! Maybe I should stop wearing jeans everyday.
I ordered a dress online for our trip that apparently shipped from China (I do not know). I signed up for USPS tracking so they’d email me status updates (once I realized it was coming from China…didn’t want a package on our doorstep while we’re gone). They emailed me saying: “Notice Left (Receptacle Blocked).” Big fat lie. I have a snow day today so I’ve been at home all day, in my living room, right next to the front door where our mailbox is. I don’t even know if the post office is operating today, but I do know that no one came by and left a notice. I’m a little peeved. Especially because I think our postal service employee is lazy, and waits until we have a suitable amount (what they deem suitable) of mail to deliver (we don’t get mail every day, then magically we get like 2-3 days worth of mail). No wonder the USPS is failing.
*stays in bed until it’s over*
But I did get a laugh out of this line from one of my student’s essays.
“First Atticus was thought as a boring man who had no cool talents till the rabid dog came along.”
NO COOL TALENTS?!
What can I make for a mardi gras potluck? Jambalaya, cornbread and those donut things (I am not going to try and spell) are already taken.
"Let me tell you what’s happening to me. I’m on the PTA at my child’s school, the Secondary School of Journalism in Park Slope. I’m currently advocating on behalf of my child, and seventeen other children whose parents don’t speak English. These kids are from Ecuador, Peru, El Salvador, Dominican Republic, everywhere. These kids have all done very well on their Regent’s exams— I’m talking 90/95th percentile. Very smart kids. They were on their way toward qualifying for an Advanced Regents government scholarship,that would give their parents badly needed money to help in their education. But the fine print of that scholarship says the children need three full years of a foreign language.
And the principal at the school FIRED the Spanish teacher. She is not hiring another foreign language teacher for an entire year, effectively disqualifying all these kids from that scholarship they need. When we try to talk with her about it, she acts like she doesn’t owe us an explanation. When we try to call the Board of Education, they tell us to put it in writing. They get us all excited. They have us think if we write a nice letter, and use good grammar, and use all the correct punctuation, something will happen. Meanwhile another year passes, and nothing. And the kids don’t get their scholarship. You know something like this would never happen at a nice Manhattan school like Stuyvesant.
We’ve got a new mayor and a new chancellor. So we aren’t blaming them. But they need to know how impossible they’ve made it to help our kids. Trying to get something fixed in these schools is like praying to some false God. You call and email hoping that God is listening, and nothing happens. Meanwhile the kids suffer. All these parents that I’m representing are good, simple people. They say: ‘Don’t worry Annette, God is going to fix it. God will make it right.’ I love them. And I love God. But I tell them: ‘God won’t fix it! We’ve got to fix it!’”