Hours spent interpreting innuendo.
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
SO EXCITED
Janet's new single was premiered on the radio last night.. and I love it.. and I love Janet.. I am so excited for this video and for her tour.. Get it J!!!
http://janetmedia.com/media/sounds/soexcitedsosodefpremiere.mp3
Check it out for yourself. Janet is still killin em 20 years later.
http://janetmedia.com/media/sounds/soexcitedsosodefpremiere.mp3
Check it out for yourself. Janet is still killin em 20 years later.
A few things to notice...
Being exhausted is the pits.
How come everytime you have to use the bathroom on the way home.. the urge increases exponentially the moment you get to the front door?
I'm tired.
Being exhausted is the pits.
How come everytime you have to use the bathroom on the way home.. the urge increases exponentially the moment you get to the front door?
I'm tired.
I Wish I Was A Simmons!
I know yall been missing the posts.. all 4 of yall.. But guess who's bizzack... I wish I was a Simmons because I start work today and it looks to me like Simmons kids dont really work. I mean In Run's House there is a photo shoot here in there.. a little date in the studio and a 16 page magazine but it seems like most days are chillin.. meanwhile I stay on my grind.. teaching and lesson planning and shit. But it's cool.. I love my kids. I dont even know them and I am excited. .I cant wait to see who they are.. There is a student on my roster named Taylor Hix.. HAHAHAHAHAAHA that will be great.. I am excited. Tomorrow is make or break day and I am going to make it cause I'm that deal... Finally a job I care enough about to spend my own time working it and not even mad that I aint getting paid. Not trying to figure out how I am going to steal my time back.. I love teaching... it's rough but so worth it... SO i do wish I was a Simmons cause Damn my crib aint like Run's House.. but my apartment is mine and I paid for it and I love it and I'm excited to wake up tomorrow at 5:30 so I can be definately ready to meet all the lovely students who will walk into my door wondering.. who is this chic.. she aint even as old as my mama...
I'ma be on my grind more with my blog.. I wont let the school year stop me!
I'ma be on my grind more with my blog.. I wont let the school year stop me!
It's Over Now.
When I was little, I used to cry when fun days were over. After going to Six Flags Great America, I could be found in my bed crying.. thinking that I would never have as fun a day again. When i look back I think.. I was a crazy kid... but I cant be mad at my kid self. I mean kids are pure and true... But we all have times that we dont want to end.. dinners with friends, vacations... and maybe we dont go to tears about it, but it's accepting that something is over. That's why people cry at graduations and weddings... change is tough. Okay that's it. Goodnight to all the folks who read this blog. LOL the 1 or 1,000,000 of you. LOL
I know my homie LA is reading though! :-D what up nig!!! Should I be using the word nig? Nigga? Nigger? sometimes I feel bad about that too. Like, I am an educated black woman. I know why people used to say Nigger and why they say it now in any derivative. I cant make a good distinction between nigger and nig and nigga.. nigra... it's all the same kinda racist stuff reappropriated...is that reappropriation okay?? Or am I adding to the ignorance in the world? Okay shut up.. I know I add to ignorance in more ways than just saying racial epithets.. but should i say nigger and bitch in playful, familiar ways when they are words used to degrade my people? It seems wrong.. I mean like Rosa Parks.. Rest her soul..If I saw her on the street would i say.. What up Nigga? no..I mean that's a bad example cause who would say that.. I dont call my aunt nig.. that's just a matter or respect.. but is it disrepectful when I say that to my friends???? the rules are crazy...
But let me just make this clear.. My contemplation about using Nigger is in no way connected to white folks or other races of people beside Black folks saying they can use it cause we do... That is inappropriate bottom line.. I feel like there are some clubs you belong to and some that you don't. Like me and my brother can call my mom any name in the book amongst ourselves.. I mean not any name... but ya know... but other folks regardless of what they think bet not EVER come out there mouth with some diss about my mom.... Soooo I say this all in the spirit of contemplation... not sure what the answer is... understanding that i will say Nig for the time being.. but I might not say it for the rest of my life... I got the right to change my mind!! :-D
Night!
I know my homie LA is reading though! :-D what up nig!!! Should I be using the word nig? Nigga? Nigger? sometimes I feel bad about that too. Like, I am an educated black woman. I know why people used to say Nigger and why they say it now in any derivative. I cant make a good distinction between nigger and nig and nigga.. nigra... it's all the same kinda racist stuff reappropriated...is that reappropriation okay?? Or am I adding to the ignorance in the world? Okay shut up.. I know I add to ignorance in more ways than just saying racial epithets.. but should i say nigger and bitch in playful, familiar ways when they are words used to degrade my people? It seems wrong.. I mean like Rosa Parks.. Rest her soul..If I saw her on the street would i say.. What up Nigga? no..I mean that's a bad example cause who would say that.. I dont call my aunt nig.. that's just a matter or respect.. but is it disrepectful when I say that to my friends???? the rules are crazy...
But let me just make this clear.. My contemplation about using Nigger is in no way connected to white folks or other races of people beside Black folks saying they can use it cause we do... That is inappropriate bottom line.. I feel like there are some clubs you belong to and some that you don't. Like me and my brother can call my mom any name in the book amongst ourselves.. I mean not any name... but ya know... but other folks regardless of what they think bet not EVER come out there mouth with some diss about my mom.... Soooo I say this all in the spirit of contemplation... not sure what the answer is... understanding that i will say Nig for the time being.. but I might not say it for the rest of my life... I got the right to change my mind!! :-D
Night!