here are some photos i took at my darling friend angela's belly dancing performance.
that's angela on the left.
bah. otherwise i am extremely tired, but otherwise in fine fettle, mostly. today at school, i hit my head when i stood up suddenly. fucking paper towel dispenser. my head is still aching. i thought i was going to fall down with dizziness and sick. i didn't. instead i became enraged towards my host teacher who aptly chose this moment to mock me for one reason or another. i felt aggressive enough to knock him out. i held my tongue and pretend-laughed along.
then, in my french beginner's class, i disciplined a kid for bringing his basketball to the class (repeatedly). my partner in crime (alison, another student teacher who teaches with me) told the student that she used to play basketball and yet never had to bring the ball into the classroom. the student: "well, miss, you're a girl." me: emmanuel's a boy, peter's a boy, and so is travis. and they never bring their balls to class." alison, the ever-so-mature example-setter started howling hysterically. the student managed to restrict himself to smiling, which was rather surprising.
oh the stories of teaching. apparently i'm funny without any intention of being so.
this has been stuck in my head aaaaaall day:
Find him, bind him
Tie him to a pole and break
His fingers to splinters
Drag him to a hole until he
Wakes up naked
Clawing at the ceiling
Of his grave
that's angela on the left.
bah. otherwise i am extremely tired, but otherwise in fine fettle, mostly. today at school, i hit my head when i stood up suddenly. fucking paper towel dispenser. my head is still aching. i thought i was going to fall down with dizziness and sick. i didn't. instead i became enraged towards my host teacher who aptly chose this moment to mock me for one reason or another. i felt aggressive enough to knock him out. i held my tongue and pretend-laughed along.
then, in my french beginner's class, i disciplined a kid for bringing his basketball to the class (repeatedly). my partner in crime (alison, another student teacher who teaches with me) told the student that she used to play basketball and yet never had to bring the ball into the classroom. the student: "well, miss, you're a girl." me: emmanuel's a boy, peter's a boy, and so is travis. and they never bring their balls to class." alison, the ever-so-mature example-setter started howling hysterically. the student managed to restrict himself to smiling, which was rather surprising.
oh the stories of teaching. apparently i'm funny without any intention of being so.
this has been stuck in my head aaaaaall day:
Find him, bind him
Tie him to a pole and break
His fingers to splinters
Drag him to a hole until he
Wakes up naked
Clawing at the ceiling
Of his grave
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....cant say ive ever been there, the scene in t.o. kinda blows these days--club district is just untouchable (unless of course youre in a tube top, underaged, and enjoy the free feels by pauchy forty somethings), college street is pretentious as fuck and nobody knows how to dance (they all look like they're having seizures), queen.w is so so (the bouncers at the drake are really sweet), and everywhere else is hit and miss depending on who youre with...you should do something totally excessive for your bday! id come