student teaching redux

I'll let the words of the teacher of whom I was the student teacher for explain how I feel about my experience (I think he sums it up nicely! haha). He inscribed an edition of Zinn's A People's History of the United States "To Sam, who became a historian and a teacher this Spring..." and then included a card that said:

Sam,
When Janice suggested taking on a student teacher, I hardly imagined what an impact you would have. You made such an important difference this semester as a collaborator who strengthened and helped animate the curriculum, and as a incredibly dedicated support for the students who pushed and challenged them to strengthen their thinking and writing skills. I have been deeply impressed by your thoughtfulness, professionalism, energy, and above all commitment to the students. We were all very lucky you joined us, and I am especially grateful for all your hard work and dedication. If there was any doubt about your potential as a teacher, banish it. You have a tremendous amount to offer any class and school. Please let me know if I can help you in any way in your future endeavors. I wish you much success and hope you will enjoy some much deserved relaxation at your favorite Parisian cafe this fall.

All the best,
Ben

I'm really gonna miss going there every day and I'm especially going to miss Ben and the students who I loved so much. I'm really glad the experience turned out well, though. Hello, really strong resume and references.

coming soon

-my thoughts on estelle getty's absence every time the girls reunite for a photo op or lifetime special. no surprises here, she's obviously dead and they're not telling me to protect me.

-the ever-puzzling battle i choose to fight with the sun

-student teaching redux

-money concerns

-summer classes and the famous asian in my class who is gonna get fucking smacked

-Trale Lewous

alanis morrissette

i mean i'm certainly not someone who would consider themselves a fan of hers, but marco got some sort of special invite to an alanis morrisette show tomorrow night at the judson memorial church and invited me. even with the RSVP, its still first come first serve, so theres a chance we might not get in. i don't really care either way because it will be great to see marco but if we do get in, these are the dress code requirements:

smart casual

Please refrain from wearing the following items:

- baseball caps
- clothing with visible logos or words
- white and light colors
- flip-flops

wish me luck. i'm not sure i can avoid wearing flip flops tomorrow when its 97. maybe i can regular shoes in my bag?

is this potentially erin kelly posing as a perezhilton.com commenter?

this little doozy was on perez. in response to miley cyrus, one girl writes:

#69 - Carlie says:
This little cunt whore loves cock, LOTS of it. She even loves to suck her dad's cock. She loves to sit on Billy Rays' coch and feel daddy pulsating and spooging up her anus. What a whore. She loves to have daddy take a crap in her mouth while she picks out and eats the corn from his anus while she farts in daddy's face. She loves feeling that big daddy cock throb in her butt as she craps on it and while her new boyfriend eats her gamey twat. She's a dirty bird! She's a whore! Happy Tuesday! Xoxox :) Carlie Gurl from North Long Beach

i think i'd like to hang out with this girl, whoever she is. bitch knows whats up.

i love brooklyn the mostest

i just heard this scene between two old ladies outside Zam Zam deli on my corner. lady #1 is about 75 and fat and looks like an aged miss piggy. lady #2 is about 90 years old, wearing one of those hospital gowns that old ladies wear around the house with extremely thin frazzled white hair. they both have STRONG brooklyn jewish/italian accents and their families have clearly been warring block neighbors for decades. its a really nice early summer tuesday night around 10pm. the chair in question is clearly old and dirty and definitely not bought today.

1: excuse me thats my chair, i bought it today. thats my chair. i'd like to take it in now.

2: what?

1: you heard me that's my chair.

2: yeah and im sitting in it.

1: i'd like to take it in now. (to store owner:) shes sitting in my chair. i bought it today and i'd like to have it back now.

2: well i didnt have anything to sit in.

1: (grabbing chair from under old lady) you can sit in the rotting gutter for all i care.

2: (after a brief pause) well, thank you very much, you pig....(awkward silence as the chair owner begins to unlock her front door, and then she continues) i heard your house got robbed again. what the hell would they want in there anyway?

1: why dont you mind your own damn business?

2: i mean, what the hell could be YOUR house that they want?

1: (LOUDER) why don't you mind your own damn business? (and she goes inside. lady #2 sighs and does that famous brooklyn "to hell with ya" hand gesture)

hilarious.