Monday, February 26, 2007

Oh Happy Day!

Today it's official - I got the teacher grant for the Academy of Art in San Francisco. This summer I'll be taking fashion design courses at a school that sends some of its students to fashion week in New York every year. Being a polite pest really paid off!

Alas, I won't be doing the hands-on stuff, yet. I have to do the "get to know the industry" and "learn all about the properties of fabrics" foundation work, first. That's okay, it's necessary. I think I get to at least touch fabric samples. Can't wait to touch the dress forms...

Friday, February 23, 2007

Just in case anyone's out there...


I have a policy - only nicie nicie with the inspiration and positive vibes on the blog.

Mama always said, "If you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all."

Know what? I got cranky sick, cranky at work, and cranky with the other personal shite.

So, I'm not nice right now. Sorry Mama.

But I ain't complainin'....

Friday, February 16, 2007

The Nature of the Beast, a fairy tale

Prelude:
Teaching traditional high school English was not for me. I wanted to touch lives more, force kids to identify metaphors less.
Don't get me wrong, I love a good metaphor, and I love good books. But somehow casting your pearls before swine for little money and a lot of vacation was not attractive to me. I kept noticing the lost kids, the hurt kids, the arrested kids.
So that's how I got here.


Chapter One:
Kids apply to get in here. Sometimes they are rejected for not being ready. Sometimes they are dropped from the program. Most of the time they re-apply. One of our graduates was dropped four times. The fifth time she made it to a diploma. She passed the high school exit exam. Now she is going to junior college. She has not gotten pregnant, she is not in jail, she has no boyfriend in jail.

Chapter Two:
A kid on probation has a lawyer. We document everything. He is expected to change. He doesn't. He threatens to stab us all. He is dropped. Do I look over my shoulder everyday?

Chapter Three:
Our incredible office manager is on maternity leave. Her replacement is a very beautiful, quiet woman. This morning the replacement found a note, printed in eratic pencil stokes, "Fucken bitch you Better leave this # school your life depends on it." She quit immediately. The staff is working toward identifying the handwriting of the culprit.

Chapter Four:
Today I took our girl's basketball team to play for the Alternative Schools League. I watched these tough girls get their game on, and play their best. They told me about the rival school, filled with members of rival gangs, that they love to play. There is a lot of body contact in those games, they say. Gang rivalries played out in sports, it gets their blood going.

Afterword:
The students I have now, they are the kind that like to feel adrenaline. Some were previously powerless before they found violence. Before they learned to inflict violence on others, many of them were neglected or abused themselves. Growing up around violence, poverty and drug addiction can do that to a kid. Now they are out on the basketball court, playing by the rules, and planning to conquer. It's pretty damn beautiful sometimes. When they made a basket, I found myself yelling, "I love my girls!" And I do. Even though they are so behind socially, they have traveled farther in growth than most people I know.

Will I be stabbed? In this program's fourteen years no one has been.

Sometimes I get so tired. Then they win a game.

Tuesday, February 13, 2007

Some stuff that makes me happy

Carrot-orange juice fresh squeezed at the taqueria

Being a kick-ass parallel-parker

Dansko clogs

The ever so difficult to find (but saw one today): men with big butts

My Volvo won't die, no matter what I do to it

My mom

My dad

Being a big dork

Helping lost old ladies in the grocery store

New clothes

Books that blow my mind

India Pale Ale

Walking around on odd days off during the work week and seeing what the world is like when I'm usually at work

HBO series - they kick arse!

Knowing a bunch of good people who help me out for no apparent reason

Clocks changing in April

Mexican food

Italian food

Romance languages

Dogs

Custom bike makers

Anyone who makes a living off of their art

Thursday, February 8, 2007

But I'd rather be Catwoman...

Your results:
You are Supergirl
























Supergirl
95%
Spider-Man
85%
Superman
80%
Green Lantern
75%
Wonder Woman
70%
Robin
70%
Hulk
65%
The Flash
60%
Catwoman
60%
Iron Man
60%
Batman
40%
Lean, muscular and feminine.
Honest and a defender of the innocent.


Click here to take the "Which Superhero are you?" quiz...

Tuesday, February 6, 2007

the English you don't learn in school

Today's warm-up assignment for the English Language Learners:

Finish this sentence:

When I see a fight I choose ____________________ .

Student response:

When I see a fight I choose to step away a few feet and watch bitches throw down.

Monday, February 5, 2007

Ladeez in da' House


All winter long I have been finding ladybugs in my bedroom. That seems to be their favorite spot. Sometimes there are like ten of them in my room. I like them. But why are they in here?

Sometimes they make me sad, like when one died because I accidentally stepped on it when I was getting a pair of socks out of my dresser. It left a flat mashed up shell. Pretty exoskeletons are no match for a big bare woman foot.

So, what to do? I think I'll just let them crawl around. Maybe in the spring they'll go back outside. I just hope they stay off of my floor.

Saturday, February 3, 2007

Things you cannot know, but should believe

Real love is constant because it forgives and is forgiven. There is no other way.

Even though it is painful, even though it is not practical, and even though it scares you.

Even though it scares me.

Real love is being caught in the act of being as ass and still being lovable.

To be loved needs loving. Loving needs honesty. Honesty needs courage. Courage needs faith.

Real love is faith.

Real love is seeing the beauty when it’s hidden. Real love is having the beauty return.

Faith over time equals love.