Kismet
What is that spark that makes you want to know someone? The smile you share across the room, the eye contact that is a bit too long that makes you wonder where they are from, what they do, what makes them them? It's different from simple attraction or lust. It's something that intrigues and excites, but makes you comfortable not nervous.
Second Chances
Who the hell needs a recap show... Don't punish me.. I've been watching all season. Why do I have to watch this trash when I have been watching it all cycle???? You can do the recap FOLLOWED by a new episode. I can't believe you Tyra. Same thing with Grey's Anatomy last week. What happened to our world where when you missed a show you had to wait 3 months to HOPE to see it in reruns on a holiday week?? There were no encores and you couldnt find it on your favorite cable station so that you could stay abreast. Either tape it or miss it.. say goodbye. But now there are second chances. Maybe that is what life is all about? Appreciating a second chance. A second chance to make it right, to say I'm sorry, to say I love you, to be the bigger person. A second chance to hold your head high and reach the sky, fulfill your dreams.
I want a second chance to do all of that, but I don't want a second chance to watch a show I already saw.... sorry suckas who dont prepare, but I want "fresh" episodes of ANTM on my CW!!!
I want a second chance to do all of that, but I don't want a second chance to watch a show I already saw.... sorry suckas who dont prepare, but I want "fresh" episodes of ANTM on my CW!!!
nov 1.
I will be found in the cacophony
drowning deafening silence
filling gaps in spaces you never
formerly knew. noticed.
Listen closely.
drowning deafening silence
filling gaps in spaces you never
formerly knew. noticed.
Listen closely.
I dont have time to figure out how to love you.
Hours spent interpreting innuendo.
questioning if silence has meaning
questioning if silence has meaning
Vote or Die
SOmeone told me that even after the Vote or Die campaign, Puff Diddy didn't vote. I dont know if that's true but I wonder why people do not vote. I mean unless you are under 18 or a felon there is no reason not to vote. Self-disenfranchisement is not hot at all. I mean you are leaving others to make decisions for you. It cannot be a democracy when everyone does not exercise their right to vote.. and voting is important every time, not just when the president is being decided, because the president needs a congress and we elect our congress every two years... But voting is not enough.. I think the incumbency rate in elections is over 90 percent. Meaning that once you get elected you are almost certain to remain in office term after term.. i mean unless you do something really bad.. but it has to be worse than doing drugs because we see that DC welcomed by herione addict caught on tape, Marion Berry. Either way I wish more people would vote. it is disheartening when people i know don't feel the need to vote. I have voted in every election since I could vote. Cause that's what ya do. You vote. So if you are registered to vote in this election next Tuesday, please vote. If you are not registered, get registered and vote in your next election... cause if you dont like what is going on in the world, dont bitch and moan about it, vote against it.
Helllloooooo Nurse
I have not blogged in a long time because I said I did not have enough time. But I totally do.. Im just lazy. But I am back. Back with a vengeance. So many things to discuss. When I think about the most important thing, its Flavor of Love.. How could that be the most important thing you ask? Well, I watched it religiously (it's funny that I use that word because I definitely dont to church 'religiously', but anyhoo) and it was so embarrassing. Embarrassing that there are black women out there who want Flavor Flav's lips on them.. even for fame or money, its not worth my skin crawling and vomiting daily after contact with him... and embarrassing that they acted so crazy about it. Cursing folks out, fighting, dressing crazy... for him? for any man? i dont think so.. There is no partner in the world that is worth embarrassing yourself like that for.. or maybe its even more embarrassing to me that obviously these women are not embarrassed by their performances on the show? When it is all said and done, I must say that Flav played New York again and I mighta showed my ass (figuratively) too, if I were her, talk about embarrassment. And for Deelishus (or whatever crazy spelling he made up.. or maybe that's how he spells) She looked soooo busted without her make up and not that hot with it... But I guess she had body... ugh.. either way.. I wish i was above watching those kinds of things because I certainly am above acting that way (shut up). And its like I wonder why people talk about those that slow down to see an accident on the road. I definitely carved out an hour (and a half for the finale) to savor the Flavor of Love.
Next. America's youth.. be afraid very afraid...
Lastly, I hate that Janet's album was not so hot. I mean I like it, but I definitely bump Beyonce's more. And they didnt promote it well.. and people hate on Janet and maybe her time has come, but I think she is great. I mean I just love her and I can't wait to see her in concert cause she is going to be amazing. But such is life, if she would have sold a billion albums, I definitely would still not any help paying the rent next week.
Next. America's youth.. be afraid very afraid...
Lastly, I hate that Janet's album was not so hot. I mean I like it, but I definitely bump Beyonce's more. And they didnt promote it well.. and people hate on Janet and maybe her time has come, but I think she is great. I mean I just love her and I can't wait to see her in concert cause she is going to be amazing. But such is life, if she would have sold a billion albums, I definitely would still not any help paying the rent next week.
Who the hell am I?
I am a teacher which must make me grown. I mean 150 people put their kids in my hands everyday so that I can mold them into something.. what? I am not certain. The apparent belief is they will leave my class knowing more than they came with... Which is prolly true. I do drop a little knowledge here and there... But I also am still just a child. Sometimes I skip down the hallway and then I feel like an asshole.. but I wanna skip. I have waaaay too much energy to expend to walk sometimes.. I listen to Sexyback and Ring the Alarm during my planning periods and I love it... the kids come in and ask me to please leave the music on.. and then I have to act like I dont wanna listen to it anymore even though I do... I have to teach things I dont think are interesting and end fun conversations because I am supposed to be teaching them about other stuff... it sucks... I have an apartment and I pay mad bills... I am on my own. officially. And that feels great. As scary and stressful as I can be at times.. I must admit there is a freedom knowing that it's all about me most of the time... I dont have anyone expecting anything from me or checking on me.. if I wanna go out I do.. if I wanna stay in I do.. and that's love.
I should be asleep right now but every Sunday I get excited for the week. I get excited to walk into the classroom and enjoy the chaos of hundreds of kids in the hallways, shirts untucked, pants below their waists hoping that this might be the day when we are not checking for dresscode. I enjoy the sound of kids laughing rambunctiously in the hallway not caring what time class starts cause they are enjoying each other for the moments that they have.. and knowing I have to get their little behinds in my classroom cause if they are late then it's my problem to deal with... I enjoy setting high expectations for my students because that is what they deserve. I expect alot of them.. I cannot demand it, but I know that all of my students are capable of learning, knowing and using the material that I teach to make them better people. They are fabulous... and sometimes I feel like I am just one of them... but I am not one of them.. i am supposed to be the adult.. after all, I am in charge... and I think it works...
Tomorrow is 9/11 and I dont wanna teach, I want to spend the time talking with my students about how fundamentally the US has changed... not day to day but just a change in the language, a change in the feel.. a new stress in the air that we didnt have to deal with when I was their age... I am going to tell them where I was, what I thought, what i felt on that day because at 19... my experience was much different than theirs, just turning 7 five years ago. I hope they see that history is important because what seems like the past now is so much apart of people's reality all the time. In 100 years there will be great great grandchildren who still understand that 9/11 took away brave members of their families who just went to work one day and didnt come home.. who rushed into the building to save others yet didnt make it out themselves... They will know how real the pain was because the story will be told again and again.. it will not just be in history books because this is the US and will not forget the day the face of foreign evil changed our lives.
Yet still i wonder who am I.. I see myself in the face of the students and I see myself in their parents too.. wanting to be the best, wanting the best of them, finding things funny that I shouldnt and waiting for the bell rings so I can talk to my friends in the hall.. though my gossipping is done with other teachers.
I know who I am because I know that I love teaching so much.. I love it more and more each day and think that it'll just fill me for years.. as hard as it is.. and as tired as i get.. i still work to do the best for my students because they deserve it.
:-D
I should be asleep right now but every Sunday I get excited for the week. I get excited to walk into the classroom and enjoy the chaos of hundreds of kids in the hallways, shirts untucked, pants below their waists hoping that this might be the day when we are not checking for dresscode. I enjoy the sound of kids laughing rambunctiously in the hallway not caring what time class starts cause they are enjoying each other for the moments that they have.. and knowing I have to get their little behinds in my classroom cause if they are late then it's my problem to deal with... I enjoy setting high expectations for my students because that is what they deserve. I expect alot of them.. I cannot demand it, but I know that all of my students are capable of learning, knowing and using the material that I teach to make them better people. They are fabulous... and sometimes I feel like I am just one of them... but I am not one of them.. i am supposed to be the adult.. after all, I am in charge... and I think it works...
Tomorrow is 9/11 and I dont wanna teach, I want to spend the time talking with my students about how fundamentally the US has changed... not day to day but just a change in the language, a change in the feel.. a new stress in the air that we didnt have to deal with when I was their age... I am going to tell them where I was, what I thought, what i felt on that day because at 19... my experience was much different than theirs, just turning 7 five years ago. I hope they see that history is important because what seems like the past now is so much apart of people's reality all the time. In 100 years there will be great great grandchildren who still understand that 9/11 took away brave members of their families who just went to work one day and didnt come home.. who rushed into the building to save others yet didnt make it out themselves... They will know how real the pain was because the story will be told again and again.. it will not just be in history books because this is the US and will not forget the day the face of foreign evil changed our lives.
Yet still i wonder who am I.. I see myself in the face of the students and I see myself in their parents too.. wanting to be the best, wanting the best of them, finding things funny that I shouldnt and waiting for the bell rings so I can talk to my friends in the hall.. though my gossipping is done with other teachers.
I know who I am because I know that I love teaching so much.. I love it more and more each day and think that it'll just fill me for years.. as hard as it is.. and as tired as i get.. i still work to do the best for my students because they deserve it.
:-D