A lot of Golf

I golfed 27 holes today. I shot my best score: 92. I am tired. I worked out hard and I feel good. I am sure I will be sore tomorrow but I think that I can handle it. I will sleep well tonight.

Ouch.

I am sore. This did not stop me from completing my circuit and a round of golf. A bad round of golf.

am tired. My head has a nice plum sized bruise. Double ouch.

Another Close Encounter

So everyday items that most people use perfectly are deadly items in my hands. Let me relate a simple encounter that happened this morning.

I have recently started a workout regime with the wonder that is Jillian Michaels.

So I missed my last two workouts. The first two. I am trying to make them up today and it is off to an interesting start.

have a circuit training day today and started with some resistance band shoulder presses from over a door. I set up my equipment and I got started. Rep one: alright this will be ok. Rep two: WWWHHHHHAAAAAPPP! The door has come open and I have been whapped in the head with the door anchor. Ouch! ok, now what? I whimper for a few minutes and then get up and get back to work. From this point on I made sure that I closed the door fully, locked it and then held it with my foot. I am sure that it compromises the exercise a bit but it is better than getting whapped again.

I finished the circuit. Some of the work was not the easiest in the whole world but I was able to muscle through.

Later today I will be doing some cardio that I hope to get in about 45 minutes of work. I will then be caught up with my workouts and be back on track for working hard.

p.s. I have a huge bump on my forehead now. I look like a rhino.

Well that is Depressing...

So I had a student elaborate to me how every student in my first period class hates me except her. Now I am not really sure how I feel about this. The student informant is more than reliable so I don't doubt that the students have expressed these things to her. What more concerns me is that in turn they have almost all been very encouraging and responsive. Some of the sweetest girls I have had the privilege of teaching are apparently passive aggressive small ones. I know that these high schoolers do not know me on a personal level, they are probably reacting to my rules and assignments, and they have never tried to manage a classroom full of impossible beings (impossible at times) but still it is very disconcerting. 30 students have been hating me for who knows how long and they are all sitting in the same class. It is almost scary really. That is a power that I don't think they even recognize. I mean, don't get me wrong. I know that students hate their teachers. I know that they go through phases and blah blah blah, but really?! an ENTIRE class? I was unaware that was even possible.

well there you have it I guess. My ENTIRE first period class hates me except one student. I guess it is a good thing I found this out the night before their final performances...hhhhmmmmm I wonder how this will reflect in grades. Would they be different if I had never known?

The world may never know.

Coming to a Close

It is so hard to believe that I have not written a single thing in over a month. So much has happened. Things are really hard right now. It is the kind of hard that makes you want to stop doing what you are currently doing. It is the kind of hard that hurts to your corse and keeps that dull aching deep down. I will never understand what causes people to be so mean sometimes. I don't think I will ever understand how we get through these incredibly hard times either. I know that I have looked back and come to the realization that there have been some incredibly difficult periods that I was able to overcome.

School is drawing to an end. I am really happy. Over the last year I have been working the schedule: first period, fifth period and sixth period. Between the periods of second through fourth and then lunch...I do a lot of nothing (since breeaking my leg). My leg is no longer broken but it is proving to be a bit difficult to get any workouts done on my breaks now because I am actually teaching a student that is too "sick" to come to school. (the quotes indicate that I don't think she is sick but rather something happened that makes her not want to come back.)

I am tired. I find myself falling asleep anywhere that I sit still for too long.

4 more days.

4 more days and I will get to rejuvenate for a new year.

I need a new year.

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heart breaks heal slowly and hurt a ton. Even the ones after fights that you know you will be past in a few days. It feels like a few days takes forever. Please pass more quickly.

Frustration with Journalism

On campus we have a journalism club and class. Every so often they print and distribute a school paper that is supposed to represent all things on campus. The problem is that what actually gets covered is a whole lot of sports and other highly important things like Ugly Sweater Day and Prom. It is frustrating that when we have just produced the biggest show at Vanden in 8 years, barely anything. The other problem is that which was said about the show, was wrong.

Today the paper came out and stated that Annie, the show I slaved over for 3 really really long months, was actually directed by Tabitha Angier, my stage manager. Also the band teacher directed an orchestra pit that was was same size as my cast. Orchestra: 15 musicians (3 hired professionals), Cast: 31 students...how are those the same size?

Ultimately I know that these are small errors but after an article in the last paper that was SO bad it looked like a small small child wrote it, these small errors are even more upsetting.

When I went to speak with the journalism teacher about these things all she said was, "They are kids." Well I know they are just kids but I was able to take my 31 students and put together a huge musical. Why can't she take her 30 kids and put together an accurate edited paper? If there are kids set up to edit and check facts, why aren't they being checked?

I am angry.