Saturday, June 18, 2005


I've been thinking lots and blogging little. I've been thinking about my kids. Sometimes I get in a rut because I become overwhelmed by social injustices. I think it's something that most sensitive teachers experience. You have to work out a way to deal with the shit you watch your kids go through. To make sense of it, or simply to cope.

Thursday, June 16, 2005

Too much information.

So, the doctor gave me lots of herbal vitamins to take. This morning I began gulping down the miracle pills, welcoming the homeopathic remedies into my body with zeal. I'm pretty desperate. But, by the fifth freaking horse pill I was growing weary. "Take three of these pills and one of those," I said to myself. And it was too late. I'd swallowed three of the digestive green pills when I was supposed to take one. Ugh.

I warned my class this morning, as I've gotten in the habit of telling them the ins and outs of my physical trauma. "I might have to make a run for it," I said. They wrinkled their noses and laughed. "But Ms, you can't even run. You might not make it to the restroom," one kid teased. I faked shock. "Oh no. This could get messy."

Luckily I've only rumbled today. I'm like an old truck, just rumbling away.

Wednesday, June 15, 2005

not related

The doctor told me I'm allergic to dairy. He's pretty sure. It makes sense, given that I can't drink milk and get nauseous if I eat too much cheese, ice cream, etc. So I'm going out for Mexican food before I try not to eat cheese for a month. The plan is, "Don't eat dairy for a month then eat a bunch of it and see how you feel." Can't wait for that party.

Monday, June 13, 2005

for real.

Dear ChicaBonita,

I regret to inform you that you must complete the make-up work for Friday. I understand that you missed a day of summer school because you had a beauty pageant and, truly, I'm feelin for ya. You seem to be astounded that you are obligated to complete "all that work" and your petty threat about not completing the assignment does nothing to ruffle my feathers. In actuality, what irritates me is your audacious complaining.

Let me set a few things straight for ya:
1. You failed the first time. Summer school is a favor for kids who skipped the first year. You don't get special privileges.
2. I'm your only hope for passing.
3. I don't like kids who think they can get out of stuff if they give attitude. I also don't like to be threatened.
4. I don't care if you like me. I really and truly don't.

Thus, you can take your make-up work and complete it or burn it. I consider you an enabled child who needs to be checked, but I'm not the one to do it. This should come from your mother, who apparently encouraged you to miss school for your pageant. Glad to see the priorities are in place. Good luck.