I can feel my fingers!

There are things I miss from my days of being at one elementary school full time. First, above the joy of watching the students I teach really grow and develop, was the daily level of surreal shit I was exposed to. True, I don't miss first graders attempting to violate my ass with a toilet paper roll...but I miss being in the sort of place where that might not be the strangest thing I experienced in a day. I thrive on a certain level of random...and no one quite gives you random like children. Every time I look at my over-sized coffee mug I think of the cleaning time where it took me a while to figure out why the 6th grade boys asking about my large cup size weren't smirking the way they should have been, all words considered....."Ahhhh...my COFFEE cup size?"...although "Because I'm American" had sufficed as an answer even before I figured it out the true question.( Where I am )

I can feel my fingers!

There are things I miss from my days of being at one elementary school full time. First, above the joy of watching the students I teach really grow and develop, was the daily level of surreal shit I was exposed to. True, I don't miss first graders attempting to violate my ass with a toilet paper roll...but I miss being in the sort of place where that might not be the strangest thing I experienced in a day. I thrive on a certain level of random...and no one quite gives you random like children. Every time I look at my over-sized coffee mug I think of the cleaning time where it took me a while to figure out why the 6th grade boys asking about my large cup size weren't smirking the way they should have been, all words considered....."Ahhhh...my COFFEE cup size?"...although "Because I'm American" had sufficed as an answer even before I figured it out the true question.( Where I am )

End of the year Meme

That Meme...you know the one at the end of the year where you find the fist line of your first post of each month. Did it. Fudged one....because not all of you are on that filter.

January:
I have hundreds of photos I haven't yet seen.
Feb:
Today's publicity in Japan Times
March
I'd like some subtle navel jewelry that features the Turkish charm for warding off the evil eye..but all those I have seen look like crap.
April:
I reported to work at city hall this morning.
May:
Dean Mommy: Too cool for her school
June:
I did not get the paisley costume...
July:
We have tickets in progress, I'll transfer the money soon.
August:
We have pictures from Ellen! Whooot whooooot!
Sept:
Current Seattle and Portland plans:
Oct:
I have finished transcribing my Karim Nagi notes into my dance notebook.
November:
The workshops are totally worth it so far.
December:
Stolen from Eshe's facebook...but I'm suuuuuuure if she didn't want it stolen she wouldn't have tagged me...right?

End of the year Meme

That Meme...you know the one at the end of the year where you find the fist line of your first post of each month. Did it. Fudged one....because not all of you are on that filter.

January:
I have hundreds of photos I haven't yet seen.
Feb:
Today's publicity in Japan Times
March
I'd like some subtle navel jewelry that features the Turkish charm for warding off the evil eye..but all those I have seen look like crap.
April:
I reported to work at city hall this morning.
May:
Dean Mommy: Too cool for her school
June:
I did not get the paisley costume...
July:
We have tickets in progress, I'll transfer the money soon.
August:
We have pictures from Ellen! Whooot whooooot!
Sept:
Current Seattle and Portland plans:
Oct:
I have finished transcribing my Karim Nagi notes into my dance notebook.
November:
The workshops are totally worth it so far.
December:
Stolen from Eshe's facebook...but I'm suuuuuuure if she didn't want it stolen she wouldn't have tagged me...right?