As of late, I have felt slightly in Limbo. I’m not getting pregnant. I’m not getting busier with work (praise God). I’m just floating along waiting for the next phase of life to start.
To occupy my mind, I decided to take a college course at Lonestar. Initially I had settled on taking a photography class, but it was two days a week in the middle of the afternoon. If the class is during a bad time, I can see myself missing a lot. So I decided to take a Creative Writing course on Thursday nights.
I am still deciding if it was a bad idea.
Unbeknownst to me, this is a fiction writing class. Oops. I have no interest in making stuff up. I am a NON fiction kind of gal. Truth!
Let me share with you why I am not sure this is my cup of tea. Here was an actual interaction on the first night…
Female student (sort of trashy looking, lots of cleavage and maybe 20 years old)
Male student (20-something, round, pink faced, red lipped, greasy, towhead)
SCENE:
Female: So right now I am really into Steampunk novels and Space Opera.
Male: Excellent choice, milady.
Female: Thank you good sir.
Wow. What have I gotten myself in to???
Monday, January 25, 2010
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Hating on Haiti
What are they teaching kids in high school these days? Or should I say not teaching them? Last night I went to church to lead my 9th grade girls Bible study, and when I suggested that we spend some time in prayer for the people of Haiti, they all looked at me with blank expressions.
“Why? What’s in Haiti?” asked one.
“You didn’t hear about the horrible earthquake that has destroyed the capitol city and possible killed thousands of people?” I replied.
“Um, no. I don’t really watch the news.”
“Right.”
Seriously? I work at an elementary school and even we talked about it.
I can’t be too hard on them though. Something bad happened when I was in 9th grade and I didn’t even learn about it until college. Remember what was happening in Rwanda in 1994? Half a million people murdered in ethnic genocide? I was too busy thinking about boys (Jake Spence), music (Weezer) and sports (soccer) to pay mind to another part of the world.
So to make up for it I now spend hours glued to the TV watching CNN’s live coverage as the Silver Fox Anderson Cooper roams around the streets of Port au Prince looking for survivors.
The most horrific thing I saw was not scenes from Haiti at all, but a clip of Pat Robertson saying that the earthquake happened because 200 years ago the Haitians had made a pact with the Devil.
Click.
I couldn’t stomach any more.
“Why? What’s in Haiti?” asked one.
“You didn’t hear about the horrible earthquake that has destroyed the capitol city and possible killed thousands of people?” I replied.
“Um, no. I don’t really watch the news.”
“Right.”
Seriously? I work at an elementary school and even we talked about it.
I can’t be too hard on them though. Something bad happened when I was in 9th grade and I didn’t even learn about it until college. Remember what was happening in Rwanda in 1994? Half a million people murdered in ethnic genocide? I was too busy thinking about boys (Jake Spence), music (Weezer) and sports (soccer) to pay mind to another part of the world.
So to make up for it I now spend hours glued to the TV watching CNN’s live coverage as the Silver Fox Anderson Cooper roams around the streets of Port au Prince looking for survivors.
The most horrific thing I saw was not scenes from Haiti at all, but a clip of Pat Robertson saying that the earthquake happened because 200 years ago the Haitians had made a pact with the Devil.
Click.
I couldn’t stomach any more.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Creeptastic
Today I attended a training on how to restrain students when they are having meltdowns and trying to hurt themselves or others (mainly me). The training was at an old school nearby, that is now only used for stuff like this.
In the classroom I was in, this sign caught my eye:
Loud screams. Hair standing on end. Freak Out.
It was staring at me right in the face. I was expecting a beige foam body shape, not friggin' Bride of Chucky. It was awful!
In the classroom I was in, this sign caught my eye:
Loud screams. Hair standing on end. Freak Out.
It was staring at me right in the face. I was expecting a beige foam body shape, not friggin' Bride of Chucky. It was awful!
Sunday, January 3, 2010
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