Thursday, February 28, 2008

Tabula Rasa

It's time for knuckle crackin'. Time for muscle flexin'. Time for teeth barring. You hear the ear shattering fighting yowl? It's time people. Time to be a Teacher, cross your ts and dot your is and js from now on, for I shall don my black rimmed spectacles and play the part. Now that I know which school I'm going to (a model elementary and middle gov school in dubai), and know which grade I'm going to teach (all the grade five sections, I think they're four or five altogether), I feel somewhat calmer than before. My heart has stopped going 320km per second (its more like 220km/sec) and I actually feel eager to start. Very much so. I was hoping to teach grade 7 or 8, but I'm still happy with what they gave me. It'll be my first time teaching (or being in) a government school, but I'm glad they didn't put me in some private school. I've already taught in two private schools before, plus, they do say that government teachers are more qualified (they don't just employ anyone - you have to have an edu background). So far, I only have one tiny complaint: the school day starts at 7.30 and ends at 2.15. That means I prolly have to leave the house at 6.20. It's not so bad I suppose, it's just that I've been somewhat spoilt last sem with classes that started at 9am. Oh! and they've made some sort of community blog for us zoo students and we are supposed to be posting our reflections thru the blog/commenting instead of using blackboard or regular email. I like the idea.

My capstone. I don't know how I'm going to work on that and do my internship work at the same time. I didn't join the 14 member group, but I'm still in a group. We're 4 girls, all math students - I feel comfortable working with this group so I have no worries there. I know I said I wanted to do something on my own, but our supervisor told us that there was no time for individual work. There are only two other groups working on their capstones besides us and they both have 12-14 members, so 4 is actually pretty decent compared to that.
In other, non school news: My sit spin! Ok, ok, it's not complete yet, but I asked my coach for tips on Tuesday and for once she gave me her full, undivided attention. I can get really low now, and the spin's centered. What I need to work on is getting up from my spin w/o going on my toe and straightening my extended leg (it wraps itself on my basic leg which makes me fall either flat on my face or to the side).
I had a day off last week so I went to Magrudys. I was planning on getting some tweed wool to make this shawl I saw. Unfortunately they only had one ball of the wool I wanted and I need 17 balls. I placed an order for more wool and decided that it couldn't hurt if I just popped in the books section. "Eat, Pray & Love" was one of the books I got. I couldn't decide if it were one of those extrememly superficial, phony books that sneak on the bestseller's list or an authentic kindred soul. There was only one way to figure that out and that was by r-e-a-d-i-n-g it.
I made two batches of monte carlo biscuits the other day. I didn't have the ingredients for the cream so they seem more like cookies now. Add another fork smudge and they would almost look like peanut butter cookies.

Friday, February 08, 2008

In Memory

Books have always been a part of my life - I can't remember a time when I didn't read or was being read to. True friends, compadres in arms, saviors. I've been tidying up my room and bookshelves when I decided to visit some childhood favorites. I've given away most of my childhood books - but I still have some stored in my little brothers' study. I was looking for my old hardcover copies of Mallory Towers and St.Clare's but couldn't find them (They used to air the anime adaptation of the twins at St.Clare's here ). I was such a fan of Enid Blyton books - the secret seven, famous five, the short stories about goblins and elves. I could go on; sometimes I wish if I could read now as much as I used to. There's so much I want to read, so much I need to read, but there never seems enough time.
Ever since they changed the weekend to Friday-Saturday, I've found that Fridays lost their air of gloom. Fridays used to be so depressing, so unbearable (because we had school the day after), but now they seem pretty good in comparison. Almost cheerful.
In memory of old friends, old acquaintances. In memory of a Friday I won't forget. In memory of childhood memories and childhood friends that are no more.
My last weekend of the holidays - school starts in a mere 2 days. I wonder how many surprises this last semester has for me. Hopefully good surprises only. Last Term at the Ship of the Desert - I want it to have the midnight feasts, the pranks, the achievments of Mallory Towers and St.Clares.

Saturday, February 02, 2008

Sun in a Jar

I got sunburnt today. My arms are bright red and feel like they have heat trapped under the skin. I guess four hours and a half under the sun would do that to ya. We had the tennis 'fun' day today, and altho the weather was windy, the sun decided to pay us her respects. Thank God I had the mind to get a cap w/ me, tho my cheeks are a bit sunburnt as well. I've never had the urge to soak up UV rays so this is a first for me - I can't say I'd do it again. Not very comfortable if you know what I mean.

I was rooting thru my boxes yesterday when I came across some notes I had when I was in 3rd grade. Apparantly, I wanted to be a teacher back then; and get this, I used to think I was best at math. It's kind of funny now, since I don't even remember ever wanting that.
One last week and then I'll be heading to the mother ship. My sched is decent me thinks, but it'll only last for 4 or 5 weeks and then I'll be chucked at some school in dubai. I haven't given my capstone project much thought, I'm still waiting to dream up my project. Wouldn't that just be great?
I'm no where near perfect, but it irks me beyond belief to see people diss others or talk about others' shortcomings when they themselves engage in the same actions. Is it some psychological thing? they hate that in themselves, deny it, and see it in other people? I hope I never ever do that.
In other news, I got my brown belt in karate today. I'm happy el7mdilla; been enjoying karate more than a couple of months ago lately. Although I still yearn for the days when I had just started the sports - when you're doing something you love with close friends it's just different I guess. And altho I haven't seen the karate gang of yore in some time (well, ever since I moved here, except for one of the girls), I know some of them have continued on. One is actually a karate sensei - I met up with herher last summer. She came to dxb for a tournament. Those days were honestly the best. Two moved abroad for university and one is a med student and practices during summer. I wonder where we'll all be in ten years time.

Some caricatures I found in that box along with my notes. The bespectackled fellow was my 12th grade english teacher and the other was the physics. 12th grade - a bus from the school I went to passed by our car today. Although I only went to that school for a year, I don't think I'll ever forget it. Scarred for life I'm afraid. Speaking of which, almost everything I owned before 12th grade was shoved in huge, black garbage bags. Soveiners, trinkets, letters, clothes, bags, books even - I guess I wanted to get rid of all the memories. Cleansing, in a way. Anything I didn't get rid of was kept in a medium sized box (its not even full). Sometimes I regret throwing away certain objects, but I guess I wasn't being logical back then.