Saturday, May 07, 2005

cinco de mayo

growing up in southcentral texas, we celebrated cinco de mayo in school. maybe the gringos brought in store bought tortillas, queso, and a little bottled pico to go along with it, but, by god, we had a party. occasionally there was a pinata involved and we made elaborate paper decorations (what are those called?). we all knew why cinco de mayo was important.

now i work at a school that is primarily hispanic, with many immigrants born and raised in mexico. when they speak of cinco de mayo, a huge, proud smile spreads across their faces. it's fantastic. for these kids, cinco is not a trivial holiday celebrated by only a small percentage of the population. being around hispanic kids every day has made me realize how white my upbringing was (yes, i had that handful of mexican american friends in highschool and one honduran but let's not kid ourselves), and how accustomed i've become to mexican american culture. i'm not saying i'm about to whip out spanish lingo or that i know mexican politics. i've always been interested in mexico and latin america, but i think it was from a more intellectual standpoint. now i feel as though i'm more culturally aware. i realized this the other day at the grocery store, when i passed a few kids and their mom. one kid said, "what's cinco de mayo?" and the mother said, "just some holiday in mexico."

Wednesday, May 04, 2005

today was a bit better. not by much, but i wasn't ready to breathe fire on children through my dragon nostrils. as one of my kids put it, "i think you're in a better mood today, ms. because yesterday, whew! you were in a bad mood...(quietly) it was kind of scary." which made me laugh because i'm the least scary person in the building and the one day i was feisty my kids shrank back as though i'd backhanded them.
i guess it's all relative.

today i wrote in big letters on my blackboard, below the assignment:


i think it actually motivated them.

Tuesday, May 03, 2005

to sum up my day...

I've been in a hellcat mood. I'm super bitchy and I don't care. One of my little bratty kids came up to me and protested in rapidvalleygirl language, "I can't believe I'm failing. I was absent, and um, well, you know, you were supposed to give me my make up work and you didn't give me nothing."

Normally I don't insult or yell at my kids and I tactfully remind them about their grammar. But McBitch came out and I said, in front of others, "FIRST of all, it's "you didn't give me anything" because "you didn't give me nothing" is a double negative. Secondly, I don't remember you asking and, more importantly, do not speak to me in that tone. Now, what do you need again?"

My tone was super derisive and my resident Bitch was smirking at this Valley Girl. Other stellar things I've said today:

Whiner: Can we not do anything because I have a lot of work to do for my AP English class?
Me: Well, I guess you shouldn't take AP if you can't keep up with it.

What I wanted to add: Why don't you just sign up for DELTA?

Annoying Kid: Ms, Ms, Ms?
Me: You are way too annoying for me answer to you right now. Go sit down and try to contact me again. And be silent while you do it.

very cute kid who usually cracks me up has managed to get light blue paste from science class all over his hands, his clothes, my desk, and my floor:

me: Ray, are you in fifth grade? Do I need to take you down to the local elementary school so you can play with the other children?

a contar, how many days left?

Sunday, May 01, 2005

pass me the gatorade.

i have to lesson plan and all i want to do is barf. i'm hung over. and i really don't care about WWII. i remember this routine from last year: finish lesson planning before you get drunk so that you don't have to plan while hung over. blah. blegh.

i wish i could figure out how to paste pictures on an actual post without using flicker. i can't even figure out how to post small pictures on the sides. sad, huh.