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Saturday, September 13, 2008

The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly


My Friday started out exciting. I was offered a second grade position starting in January! But that thunder was quickly stolen from me when I came home to discover that we had been robbed! When I came home the screen door was closed but the back door was wide open. At first I thought I had left the door open and was air conditioning Arizona, but when I opened the door I saw part of the door on the floor. On further investigation our bed room had be ran sacked and Tink was freaking out. So I called 911 and the police came to assess the damage. It was very surreal. I felt sick, insecure, and a little dirty that my place of refuge had been invaded by some stranger. Fortunately, they didn’t take too much. The laptop (which was a piece of crap), a x-box controller, a hunting knife, pillowcase, and a lot of my jewelry. The whole scene didn’t make a lot of sense. They took my crapy jewelry and left all my expensive jewelry. They left the crow bar they used to break in, and threw our clothes all over the house. Also, they didn’t take the cords for the laptop and the x-box controller…strange…
I’m really thankful, because they didn’t take all the toys when have. It could have been much worst. The next step is how we are going to fix it from happening again, since they know what we have and when we are gone…

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Here comes the rain again!!

So it rained for the second day in a row!!! Trees were blown over, parking lots were flooded and the power went out at the elementary school I’m student teaching at for about an hour! Good times. I discovered that I have a lot of criers in the third grade. It was definitely an experience. The moment the lights went out I thought of my Grandmother and her obsession with flashlights for that very reason. Normally I won’t mind sitting in the dark, but when you in charge of 24 third graders a flashlight would have come in handy. Luckily we had the laptop up and running so the kids colored by the light of the laptop.
Once again I say it…good times…

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

Welcome to the jungle...

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Things I love, dancing with Myriah. There is something about someone getting so excited when you walk into the room and yelling, “Hey girlfriend!” that just puts a smile on my face. Also, she always has some great version of a song or some awesome artist that I like “JAMing” out to… The artist of the month is Allison Crowe, Photobucket powerful voice, and plays crazy piano cords…(music-something else I love)… I also love the girls at JAMS…they are so fun, and I feel like I am making new friends…ones that can look up to me…

Sunday, September 7, 2008

And so it begins...


I thought it was awful strange my husband got up at 8 am on a Sunday morning to get groceries. Don’t get me wrong, I hate grocery shopping and that’s why we never have food. But still on a Sunday morning…it’s just strange. A couple of hours roll by and the TV is on and I hear a mixture of sport announcer voices going on about Bret Farr and other football stars….is this what is it coming down to? It’s that time of year, every woman’s (unless your name is Brianne) nightmare…football season. I was talking to one of my co-workers and her husband posts whiteboards on her living room wall so he can keep track of his fantasy football. That is crazy…When we buy a house Matt can have his room where he keeps all that “crap” (kind of like in the movie Juno). Until then he only gets the TV. I guess I don’t understand, because out of all the sports out there my husband has to be obsessed with the one sport I can’t really stand. I mean I love UFC (yeah for Rich Franklin last night!). But football is just over rated…

Saturday, September 6, 2008

My week has been both chaotic and fun. I had my first observation on Thursday. My math lesson was rough, and I thought I could have done better. Of course my advisor said I did great, and after thinking about it, I thought she might have a point.
Many of the teachers I work with have been telling me to go to the district office and apply for a job. Well, today I did that, but to my dismay I am suppose to turn in a resume. I have one, but I’m not sure it is what they are looking for. The whole idea of being graduated and starting my career is so surreal. I love it.
Some other things I love is this website stuffwhitepeoplelike.com. The major draw is that I’m white, so by default I like it. Conan introduced me to it, and the white catchy name caused me to Google it. I spent a couple minutes reading what they had to say, and I’m pretty much going to buy the book (yes, they published a book-does it get any better than this?). Here is a little clip from the site you be the judge…

Unpaid Internship
“In most of the world when a person works long hours without pay, it is referred to as “slavery” or “forced labor.” For white people this process is referred to as an internship and is considered an essential stage in white development.
The concept of working for little or no money underneath a superior has been around for centuries in the form of apprenticeship programs. Young people eager to learn a trade would spend time working under a master craftsman to learn a skill that would eventually lead to an increase in material wealth.
Using this logic you would assume that the most sought after internships would be in areas that lead to the greatest financial reward. Young White people, however, prefer internships that put them on the path for careers that will generally result in a DECREASE of the material wealth accumulated by their parents.
For example, if you were to present a white 19 year old with the choice of spending the summer earning $15 an hour as a plumber’s apprentice or making $0 answering phones at Production Company, they will always choose the latter. In fact, the only way to get the white person to choose the plumbing option would be to convince them that it was leading towards an end-of-summer pipe art installation.
White people view the internship as their foot into the door to such high-profile low-paying career fields as journalism, film, politics, art, non-profits, and anything associated with a museum. Any white person who takes an internship outside of these industries is either the wrong type of white person or a law student. There are no exceptions.
If all goes according to plan, an internship will end with an offer of a job that pays $24,000 per year and will consist entirely of the same tasks they were recently doing for free. In fact, the transition to full time status results in the addition of only one new responsibility: feeling superior to the new interns.

When all is said and done, the internship process serves the white community in many ways. First, it helps to train the next generation of freelance writers, museum curators, and director’s assistants. But more importantly, internships teach white children how to complain about being poor.
So when a white person tells you about their unpaid internship at the New Yorker, it’s not a good idea to point out how the cost of rent and food will essentially mean that they are PAYING their employer for the right to make photocopies. Instead it’s best to say: “you earned it.” They will not get the joke.”

I picked this one, because it applies to me so well, but I also like the one titled, “Girls with bangs.” I so want them, but I always chicken out, or my hair dresser talks me out of it.