Hall of Justice

I had an encounter with a rude regular ed kid.

my kids put her straight.

at the end of period 2, i stood by my doorway to shoo away my period 3 students as i got ready for period 3. a couple of sophomore girls stood a couple of feet in front of me and one of them was giggling and pointing at the kids in my class room.

see, i have a special ed classroom, and i have very few students in each class. the biggest class i have is a class of seven.

every now and then some mean spirited "regular" ed kids would pass by, look from the outside and make fun of my kids, because they are in the "ED" class.

this really pisses me off.

it's not like they are much smarter than my students. i bet you some of my kids are probably better than some of them.

anyway, so i got miffed so i asked, "can i help you?"

mean girl : (distorts her face even further) what you screamin at me for? get out of my face.

me : i'm not in your face.

mean girl : get the fuck out, i'm not scared of you.

me : i'm not asking you to be scared of me.

mean girl: don't scream at my face.

she proceeds talking to her friend referring to me with "F this" and "F her"

me : you're still here, you get out of my door way.

one of my kids from last year, pacified me and said it's not worth it, the same mean girl got her ass kicked last week, by a boy. i listened and chilled.

I caught one of my kids to identify the mean girl because I was about to write her up. I had a hunch who she was, but i needed to be sure.

my student confirmed it. and asked me what happened. i told him the story.

three minutes later, a bunch of my kids came storming in all riled up. a couple other kids, who are not my students, but i'm friendly with came too, all vowing to beat up mean girl.

i laughed it off and told them not to get in trouble on my behalf.

a couple more came in. same story.

at the end of third period, one of my homies delivered mean girl, who at this time, looked as meek as a lamb,

homie 1: go say it.

mean girl : i'm sorry for cursing you out.

me : do you really mean it? are you sincere?

mean girl : yes, (some lame excuse as to why she was laughing) and i never apologize.

me : okay.

homie 1 : see, ms. A, i told you i got your back.

me : thanks, homie.

situations like this make the stress of almost choking some of my kids who are difficult, all melt away.

Thank you God, for my kids. They may be difficult, but I love all of them, just the same.

for real.

like a deer in headlights

yesterday, in the midst of two major grad school projects, i prepped myself for church. this timei went solo, as Z is in his own house. so i got to church early enough to get a parking spot on the street.

as usual, it was a great service. i had thought of joining the church's theater ministry, but with this week's sched, and with my looming midnight deadline, i couldn't stay another hour in church (our service lasts about 2- 2 1/2 hours).

i made my way out as inconspicuously as i could. i got to bruce and was about to open the door when one of my church mates called out. i don't know many of the members yet because i am pretty new, but i have seen this guy before and he even sat next to me once. anyway, he came nearer and asked me for my number. i thought "oh well, maybe he was the one assigned to get to know me since I signed up to become a new member of the church. so i wrote down my name and number on the piece of paper that he provided. then he asked for my address. he said he wants to send postcards to his friends. so, okay, i wrote that down too. he kept on talking and talking about his vacation (which was on august) so I started feeling a bit strange. So i told him I'm gonna go already and then he went on about how he wanted to tell me how pretty i looked, this, that and the other thing.



this is me : (eyes getting bigger by the millisecond, a look of panic and discomfort on my face)

uhm. okay, thanks. that's nice. God bless you.

what got to me was how i reacted. i was totally rooted on the spot, and i couldn't even think of something funny to say.

i was blushing scarlet my entire ride home.

i got so shaken up, i called the boyfriend right away, via Skype video chat of course...



Z: next time ask him for his number and tell him your boyfriend wants to have beer with him.


sigh. guys.


okay, siempre na flatter naman ako, pero hello sa simbahan ba?!

springing in

and now it's spring. it has been quite a long winter and i have had enough of it, honestly.

incidentally, spring also marks the last and third trimester of this school year. i am teaching writing strategies to my high school classes and we are well under way into finishing their 5 paragraph essays. if you ask me, i am a bit impatient or unsatisfied with the slow pace and the decrease in the material that we have covered in class, but it's okay. as long as the learning is going on, quantity should take a backseat over quality.

as for grad school, i really shouldn't be spending my time blogging as i have two major requirements due this weekend. ahhh, the procrastinator in me. it's amazing that it's already month 6 of my program. i'm halfway, baby!!!

and for the cherry on top -- i found me a church. i've been going to this church for several weeks now, and let me tell you, it just keeps getting better. i feel energized and inspired going to, being in, and leaving church every sunday. and through the week, i catch myself reviewing in my head the sermon of our highly energetic, entertaining, and humorous pastor. i am grateful that God led me to this place that I can worship and share prayers with fellow Christians. Z has gone to a couple of services and PJ also visited when she came over two weeks ago. i am thinking of volunteering my services and energy to their theater ministry.

health wise, i am enjoying spin classes in my gym. i wish i can discipline myself to stop eating so much. i have gained a few pounds and i am psyching myself for bikini season in the summer to motivate me enough to burn as much fat as possible. i've been on the fat zone and i do not want to go back to that, not if i can help.

i went to my first beer-fest in Atlantic City last weekend. i had fun, but going to the bathroom for a pee break was such a hassle. a drunk little irish lady told me to wear "depend" next year.

i'll post pictures as soon as beer david sends them my way.

let me get my butt back to work now,