Random rambling
Apr. 23rd, 2003 04:58 pmHappy Birthday
sabershadowkat!!!!!! May your day be filled with lots of pretty boys doing naughty things.
My science teacher came out to the class today. Had I actually been listening to her, I'd be able to explain why, but since I was contemplating slitting my wrists for sheer entertainment value, I missed it. She'd been talking about ... communication? Or treating kids not stupidly? And gender. I had the word "Gender" written on my notes, but since she didn't actually say anything useful after that, I sort of didn't write anything else down.
In my fantasy world, after the teacher came out, Alexis turned around told me that *she* was gay and asked me out. Then we went to some nice restaurant and then to Balboa where we took the harbor tour because I like the water. It was a good day and we are going to live happily ever after.
Sadly, what really followed the statement (which honestly did not take me by surprise because my gaydar actually bleeped a few times prior to today; I just was hoping it had bleeped because of Alexis) was about ten minutes of, "Well, I have two gay friends who..." and "I did a paper on homosexuality before" and "Well, I'm Catholic, but I traced the history of homosexuality..."
I started wondering if my shoelaces would be long enough to go around my neck and still have enough to tie around the light fixtures.
I told my mother that those are two hours of my life I will never get back. She said I should think about it as time I have to put in to get my crediential. So what she's saying is it's like time served only without the orange suits and group showers. I didn't realize that in order to become a teacher, you had to be punished. Is this like an endurance trial or something? Are they trying to weed out the weak? Don't they realize that they type of people they want teaching get very exasperated by having to sit through classes and classes where the teachers are bad? I'm so turned off to teaching right now. I just want to retire and write gay porn for a living.
I wonder if Smallville is hiring?
My science teacher came out to the class today. Had I actually been listening to her, I'd be able to explain why, but since I was contemplating slitting my wrists for sheer entertainment value, I missed it. She'd been talking about ... communication? Or treating kids not stupidly? And gender. I had the word "Gender" written on my notes, but since she didn't actually say anything useful after that, I sort of didn't write anything else down.
In my fantasy world, after the teacher came out, Alexis turned around told me that *she* was gay and asked me out. Then we went to some nice restaurant and then to Balboa where we took the harbor tour because I like the water. It was a good day and we are going to live happily ever after.
Sadly, what really followed the statement (which honestly did not take me by surprise because my gaydar actually bleeped a few times prior to today; I just was hoping it had bleeped because of Alexis) was about ten minutes of, "Well, I have two gay friends who..." and "I did a paper on homosexuality before" and "Well, I'm Catholic, but I traced the history of homosexuality..."
I started wondering if my shoelaces would be long enough to go around my neck and still have enough to tie around the light fixtures.
I told my mother that those are two hours of my life I will never get back. She said I should think about it as time I have to put in to get my crediential. So what she's saying is it's like time served only without the orange suits and group showers. I didn't realize that in order to become a teacher, you had to be punished. Is this like an endurance trial or something? Are they trying to weed out the weak? Don't they realize that they type of people they want teaching get very exasperated by having to sit through classes and classes where the teachers are bad? I'm so turned off to teaching right now. I just want to retire and write gay porn for a living.
I wonder if Smallville is hiring?
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Date: 2003-04-23 05:26 pm (UTC):)~
My gaydar? Sucks. I advocate the use of butons. Or, perhaps, a secret handshake.
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Date: 2003-04-23 05:40 pm (UTC)Re:
Date: 2003-04-24 08:25 am (UTC)Re:
Date: 2003-04-24 08:23 am (UTC)torture as sheer amusement value
Date: 2003-04-23 05:51 pm (UTC)it's also possible that i'd rather have another crown done than read said papers again. i wouldn't go so far as to say that i'd rather have a root canal, because those scare me. but let's say it would be a pretty close toss up.
sorry to hear you had such a bad day of it. and sadly, no, i don't think they realize that the stupid crap part is weeding out the good people who ought to be teaching. at least, i can only hope that that is the case.
here's hoping some nice smallville slash lands in your inbox to cheer you up. or that you can find a way to use this to test the waters with a.
Re: torture as sheer amusement value
Date: 2003-04-24 08:29 am (UTC)I think she's sidestepping this by not having us turn in any more papers. Although, now that I think about it, we do have observation journals and essay on disabilities to turn in. Maybe people will talk about how they observed such-and-such kid 'acting gay' and how when they're a teacher, they will be *so* tolerant and not make kids like that feel like they're bad or anything.
I'm never going to that class without printed out copies of fan fiction again. It was my mom's idea. You know I've been complaining too much when my mom tells me to read more fanfic.