Friday, August 19, 2005

The School Shall Remain Nameless

My mother teaches at a high school in central Texas. Last week, before classes started, the staff was told that they were the reason the students did not succeed. They were threatened with transfers and other measures if the students did not perform better on the statewide exams at the end of the year.

Today, as I sat I her classroom watching my barely over 5' mother try to compete for attention with 37 students larger than her, there was a sudden, loud commotion in the hall. With total disregard for what they should have been doing, the students rushed to the door. My mother yelled at them to get inside and sit down. She had to yell otherwise they never would have heard her over the commotion I nthe hall and the noise they were making concerning the commotion in the hall.

It turns out that a student had assaulted a teacher a few doors down. The students in my mothers class did not act surprised or appalled (two reactions I was definitely experiencing). They made jokes about the student, a girl, knowing that she was going to juvy. They laughed at the fact that she would hit a teacher who was "so old" (I am guessing he I around 50). After the incident had died down, it was business as usual. The students trying to talk over my mother, the class not listening to each other as they read aloud, the teenagers completely forgetting about what had happened I the hall.

I am not that old. It wasn't too long ago that I was in school. When I failed, I knew it was because I had not applied myself. When I was in trouble, I knew it was because I deserved to be. However at this particular school, the students have become accustomed to disrespect and blaming others. The notion has spread into the administration who also blames the teachers for the students failures. I would have to blame the students. We can say that they are a product of society and they learned these behaviors. But they don't have to be this way. Not all of them are. The saddest part... the good students become ignored because the bad students require so much attention just to prevent a major situation.

Tuesday, August 16, 2005

Moving, Spam, Grad Schools, and Ice

The longer I sit here today with nothing to do, the more freaked I get about the idea of moving across the country by myself. I mean, it's only 1200 miles, but any more and I would drive off into the ocean. I started looking at apartments online. This makes me nervous because I think about the pictures I put of myself on online and I know these apartment complexes aren't telling the whole truth. But, it's either look online or be homeless when I get there. Both choices are frightening, but only one would likely lead to body lice and seriously bizarre odors.

So, I get all excited to check my comments, since I rarely get any... and what shall appear before me? The magical spam fairy sprinkling her magic spam dust throughout my page. What a load of fairy crap. Really, who cares about cartoon animals? Surely it isn't me.

I have started looking through some grad school information and have decided to put my 720 to good use. I will be attending a school I deserve to go to this time around. No settling for whatever is close, convenient, or cheap. No-no-no. I am seriously considering Purdue, NYU, Pepperdine, and Polytech. We will see though. A lot can happen in the course of my decision making process.

I love ice. I like to eat it plain, with a little drink on it, crushed, cubed, or otherwise. I love ice.

720- Eat that UMHB!

I got a 720 on my GMAT today and I can barely contain the excitement of it all. I looked at some grad school information and am not entirely sure what my next course of action should be.

I would love to go to Purdue, UT, Duke, or a few other random locals. But, for now I must focus on the move. Yes, you heard me. I am moving to Daytona. I start a new job there on September 1st and I am thrilled.

So much has happened today that I can barely keep my eyes open from the emotional drain, yet I am afraid I won't be able to sleep due to the sheer excitement of it all.

I will know who is reading my page based on who notices that I am moving first.

Oh- J. Sorry about last night. I fell asleep before I could call you back and as you can see, today has been busy beyond... Speak soon!

Saturday, August 13, 2005

Seems Like Ages

It seems like ages since I had access to my computer and the internet. I am obviously codependent. What seems like a month turns out to have only been a couple days. I am afraid in that short amount of time I neglected a few of the people with whom the internet is my primary contact source. Piss. I am sorry. Not that there is much I can do about it at the present. What makes it slightly worse is that I will be leaving again in the morning without having my precious fix again until way late Monday or early Tuesday morning. Who knows what might have happened by then?

I am done with the whole bartending bit, now it is off to find a job. I have had a couple offers, two invitations to interview, and one that I will seriously wet myself if I get. So a handful of opportunities and here I am looking for part-time work tending bar. Oh the sad life of a recent college grad.

Tomorrow I am meeting someone. I am nervous because him/her only has a vague knowledge of what I actually look like. I had contemplated sending him/her here to look at what he/she is actually getting him/herself into, but now I have written about him/her and refered to him/her as "him/her"... can you get much weirder than that. I am sure it is possible, but not entirely likely.

I think i will just leave this mess to surprise... who doesn't love a surprise... I mean other than me.

Wednesday, August 10, 2005

Favorite Pics

These are two of my favorite pictures from the Morocco trip. We went to the beach near Tangier. In order to assimilate better to their culture, we were asked to wear skirts to the beach in order to cover our legs. While it seemed pretty significant at the time, in retrospect, it really didn't matter. We could have fun or not. It was up to us, not our clothes.

Candyce, Lacey, Ashlee, Haley

Tuesday, August 09, 2005

Who's having a great day other than me? I had a ridiculously enjoyable interview... who knew. Class was great, I made plans for tomorrow, and I had on a super cute outfit that screamed, "I'm so much fun you could never keep up!" Classic day.

Lunch with a Great Friend

I am stoked to be having lunch tomorrow with my friend Seth. I have known Seth since the first grade at Wiley Post Elementary School in Oklahoma City. He works at Dell in Austin, just a short trip from where I live. Seth always makes me laugh and provides great positive reinforcement when I need it. Today I called him to ask for reassurance that something I was contemplating was okay and before I even told him what it was he said I was okay. Yep, that's right. He trusts my judgment.

Did you know that meeting* someone from Dell was comparable to meeting someone from Lawton, OK? Well, if not, you do now.

*Verb has been changed to protect the innocent, both at Dell and in Lawton- Thanks, MGMT

Monday, August 08, 2005

The Power of the Mind

Some people believe in the absolute power of the mind. Here is the experiment that I am proposing. Anyone who would like to join in, the more the merrier... and by merrier I mean more accurate scientific data.

Every night as I lay in bed staring at the ceiling praying that my dreams will provide something to talk about in the morning, I will instead focus on becoming a size 4, 110 pound, latina chick. Now, I figure if I do this nightly and the mind is truly as powerful as some suspect... by Christmas... yowza! You won't even recognize the Puerto Rican girl in my clothes. True, my mind will have to decrease the size of my bone structure and possibly aid in the removal of one of my limbs to achieve the weight requirement, but hey... it's all in the name of science.

In order to not fool with my results, I will in no way aid my mind. Yes, ladies and gents... I will not exercise, eat better, eat less, or file down my own bone structure. I will not attempt to marry into a hispanic family and I will not force a tan onto my snow white skin. I will simply stare at the ceiling fan and as it circles concentrating all my minds power on this ridiculously unattainable goal.

So, your task, should you choose to accept it is to create your own mind game and see if your mind has the power to affect change. Do you want a million dollars? Do you want a third eye? Do you have the need for x-ray vision. Now is your chance. Embrace it. Opportunity may only knock once... unless your mind wills it to knock twice... or three times...

Sunday, August 07, 2005

You know when...

You know when people talk about someone on their blog/livejournal/whatever and that person has been known to read the page. I wonder if people consider that before they hand over their page addresses to people. Or if they consider it when they post. I mean, for example, there is something... someone... that I kinda have something to say about. But, they have my page address. What is a girl to do?

Saturday, August 06, 2005

Who sent me this?

There are three religious truths:

1. Jews do not recognize Jesus as the Messiah.

2. Protestants do not recognize the Pope as the leader of the Christian faith.

3. Baptists do not recognize each other in the liquor store or at Hooters.

Thursday, August 04, 2005


For those of you who have missed the graduation announcements, those of you who received pictures that were ruined, and those of you who simply aren't in my address book yet, here they are.
Yes ladies and gentlemen, after a three year leave of absence, two years at an oppressive university, and many nights of paper writing and prayers for a few extra hours in the day...
Michel helped me with the pictures so that we would all remember that at one point before returning to school I actually looked decent without the bags under my eyes and the strain of work, school, and those ridiculous extra-curriculars.

And forget all that...

Even in a gown I could whoop Godzilla. I pity the fool...