I was really worried about this for a while, but in a totally honest email I lay out the facts of my schedule to my supervisor and she totally agreed, thanked me for my honesty, and welcomed be back anytime I wanted to pick up some extra hours. How awesome are these people? It just goes to show how much it pays to be honest with myself and others, I guess. Now I know what my limits are in terms of work. I feel like such a weight has been lifted from my shoulders. I have tomorrow free, and I have the rest of February free to do what I wish with my weekends. Granted, the extra $$$ was nice, but totally not worth my sanity. I have enough to live on for the remainder of the school year, and that's all that is important. I also applied and got called back to a second interview with the Girl Scout Council up here for the summer, so that's exciting news. I need to get crackin' on my teach abroad application, because that's going to be my plan for fall. Go go gadget. Now I'm off to a totally awesome book release party for some totally awesome girls here.
Peace,
Recycled Art Girl
Showing posts with label Minneapolis. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Minneapolis. Show all posts
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Self-reflection from a six-year-old
"I didn't HIT anyone at all today."
The following words were spoken by one of the six-year-olds in my after school activity today, at the end of the day, as we were cleaning up and getting ready to head to the busses for dismissal. Keep in mind, this comment came with no prompting what-so-ever from me. Only all day of reminding him the day before to keep his hands to himself and to control his body. I thought it was pretty amazing, for such a young kid to come up with something so, well, profound--for lack of a better word. Or maybe my standards have just been lowered beyond belief. Who knows?
What was the most amazing thing a kid has said to you today? This week?
The following words were spoken by one of the six-year-olds in my after school activity today, at the end of the day, as we were cleaning up and getting ready to head to the busses for dismissal. Keep in mind, this comment came with no prompting what-so-ever from me. Only all day of reminding him the day before to keep his hands to himself and to control his body. I thought it was pretty amazing, for such a young kid to come up with something so, well, profound--for lack of a better word. Or maybe my standards have just been lowered beyond belief. Who knows?
What was the most amazing thing a kid has said to you today? This week?
Sunday, November 8, 2009
I'm Intrigued by Simply Jane
I was surfing the web tonight, and came across this charming little studio in South Minneapolis. It takes the paint your own pottery theme to a whole new level. I love paint your own pottery places, but this sounds even better. Pick out your own piece of unfinished artwork, from candlesticks to picture frames and more, and receive instruction and motivation as to how to go about painting it and finishing the piece. The initial creativity is left up to the designer though, which is ultimately you and me. It makes me want to jog down there in my next free moment and check it out. I wonder how much it costs for an evening! Do any of my artistically-inclined Minneapolitan friends want to check it out with me? I can so do this alone, but it would be better with friends. Much better. What do you think? What is your favorite creative activity?
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Reading Teacher Interviews (continued...)
And to be quite honest, they probably will continue for all of the summer...
I interviewed with my current school district for the Middle School Reading Teacher position and was asked the following questions:
1. Tell us why you are a good candidate for this position.
2. Describe the characteristics of an effective Middle School Reading Teacher (Coach.)
3. How have you been able to raise achievement in your classroom, grade level, or school?
4. What kind of assessments would you use to guide reading instruction?
5. Explain the role of talk in comprehension.
6. What strategies would be important in getting adolescent struggling readers engaged in reading? How do you get adolescent, reluctant readers hooked on books?
7. How would you collaborate with content teachers to help them get struggling readers be successful with text in their classrooms?
8. Tell about a time you have worked effectively with a resistant staff member or colleague?
9. What would you expect to see in a building as evidence that the school was moving toward an anti-racist model of education?
Do you have any questions for us?
I passed the screening interview, by some grace of God. How would you answer the following questions?
Update: I had my first school interview at Northeast Middle School today. I think I did relatively well. I am aware there are tons of thousands of candidates for this position out there. It sounds like my dream teaching position. 15-20 students on the caseload, lots of support, and total freedom to explore the curriculum. Nothing but reading instruction. If I don't get the position, there will be plenty of others, I'm keeping my attitude positive at this point. There will be other positions. I just need to start proving to myself that I am worthy of one of them!
I interviewed with my current school district for the Middle School Reading Teacher position and was asked the following questions:
1. Tell us why you are a good candidate for this position.
2. Describe the characteristics of an effective Middle School Reading Teacher (Coach.)
3. How have you been able to raise achievement in your classroom, grade level, or school?
4. What kind of assessments would you use to guide reading instruction?
5. Explain the role of talk in comprehension.
6. What strategies would be important in getting adolescent struggling readers engaged in reading? How do you get adolescent, reluctant readers hooked on books?
7. How would you collaborate with content teachers to help them get struggling readers be successful with text in their classrooms?
8. Tell about a time you have worked effectively with a resistant staff member or colleague?
9. What would you expect to see in a building as evidence that the school was moving toward an anti-racist model of education?
Do you have any questions for us?
I passed the screening interview, by some grace of God. How would you answer the following questions?
Update: I had my first school interview at Northeast Middle School today. I think I did relatively well. I am aware there are tons of thousands of candidates for this position out there. It sounds like my dream teaching position. 15-20 students on the caseload, lots of support, and total freedom to explore the curriculum. Nothing but reading instruction. If I don't get the position, there will be plenty of others, I'm keeping my attitude positive at this point. There will be other positions. I just need to start proving to myself that I am worthy of one of them!
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Well...
I did pick up a shift with Minneapolis Kids! Until the end of the school year, I will be working at Burroughs Elementary School from 6:30-9:30 AM every morning before joining my faithful friends at Keewaydin at 10 AM. This is the life I must lead if I wish to pursue education in Minneapolis! I must prove myself worthy of everything holy in this city. I can do this! I can't believe I agreed to this but am actually really excited about it. And I'm still working ALC until it is over in mid-May. And I'm still taking graduate courses at Hamline (7803 starts this Wednesday) and I'm going home this week for the end of Spring Break. Oh. My. Goodness. Am I going to be busy. I am swamped. I am overwhelmed. I. CAN. DO. THIS. Just so you folks know.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Here's what I say to the bicyclists on Franklin Ave.
Partly because it's awesome and partly because a certain SOMEONE over at Lucky Ball Charms wanted me to post it:
I'm only kidding of course, but I do feel a little full of rage with Monday coming on and all...
(Are you happy now, Em? I want to see some new content up on your site, like, STAT.)
I'm only kidding of course, but I do feel a little full of rage with Monday coming on and all...
(Are you happy now, Em? I want to see some new content up on your site, like, STAT.)
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Life After AmeriCorps, Part 2,000
No more infant/toddler rooms for this recycled art guru!
I'm moving up in the world. I have gained steady employment in FOUR Minneapolis Public Schools with the AVID Program.
One of these schools happens to be a said school where I was an AmeriCorps member last year and I'm excited to be returning to the community.
Life just has a way of throwing you curve balls (good ones, might I add) when you least expect it.
I'm moving up in the world. I have gained steady employment in FOUR Minneapolis Public Schools with the AVID Program.
One of these schools happens to be a said school where I was an AmeriCorps member last year and I'm excited to be returning to the community.
Life just has a way of throwing you curve balls (good ones, might I add) when you least expect it.
Monday, September 29, 2008
Why I've been MIA lately
On Friday, I went to hear this dude read from his new book and it was amazing. It was so amazing I need a new word for amazing. I bought the book. True genius is all I'm gonna say. I'm not even going to go on because you need to buy it yourself and read it and then we can talk. Saturday I worked and then went to a poetry slam, which I have never been to before but really enjoyed. On the way home from the poetry slam (we biked) my housemate A who was pedaling behind me screams "they just threw away the day old bread" at the top of his lungs as we ride past the Franklin Street Bakery a block from our house. As we pull up to the house to park our bikes, A suggests to my roommate A and myself "hey they just put a bunch of bread in the dumpster behind the bakery, do you want to go dumpster diving?"
Since A and A are a pair and I'm the trusty sidekick for the evening, and A decides to go along with A, I decide to come too. Because either a. I don't have a brain or b. I need some more entertainment for the evening. I've never been dumpster diving before and it might must make a good blog post or chapter for my novel later. We get there, and there's a "no trespassing" sign on the gate to the dumpster, but the gate is open. There are not one but THREE large trash bags full of day-old bread. Tied up, non-punctured, and sitting in the dumpster, which is about a foot over our heads. Male A reaches up and punches a hole in the bag, and doesn't hesitate to grab a slice of sourdough and take a bite from it. We contemplate taking it, see a cop drive by, and walk away slowly. "It's too heavy," male A says ashamed of himself. All of sudden, female A can't be outdone and challenges male A to a competition. The two of them race toward the dumpster again and proceed to dig it out, lift it up and run toward the house. It starts to fall, and they beg me to grab it before it hits the ground.
So I know this isn't funny now, but at the time, we were in so many stitches of laughter we could not hold the bag and what's more, the hole in the bag was creating a Hansel and Gretel effect all the way back to our house. At least the squirrels and birds won't starve. We get home, and none of us has a house key, so we beat on the door until M answers it only to find the three of us whacked out on breadcrumbs and carrying a body-bag size bag of bread. It should be said now that M is allergic to glutin and can't eat bread. But she goes along with it. We dump the bag out on the floor and J just stares at us from the covers on the couch. "What the hell" I think just about covers her response. For the remainder of the night we bagged the bread into individual bags and started giving it away and putting it in the freezer.
Not one of my brightest moves, but then again, I won't have to buy bread again, ever. And I'm not dead yet. It was a pretty sweet evening. I bet you've never dumpster dove for bread?
Now that I've shared, what was the stupidest thing you've ever done as a younger person? Speak up now!
Since A and A are a pair and I'm the trusty sidekick for the evening, and A decides to go along with A, I decide to come too. Because either a. I don't have a brain or b. I need some more entertainment for the evening. I've never been dumpster diving before and it might must make a good blog post or chapter for my novel later. We get there, and there's a "no trespassing" sign on the gate to the dumpster, but the gate is open. There are not one but THREE large trash bags full of day-old bread. Tied up, non-punctured, and sitting in the dumpster, which is about a foot over our heads. Male A reaches up and punches a hole in the bag, and doesn't hesitate to grab a slice of sourdough and take a bite from it. We contemplate taking it, see a cop drive by, and walk away slowly. "It's too heavy," male A says ashamed of himself. All of sudden, female A can't be outdone and challenges male A to a competition. The two of them race toward the dumpster again and proceed to dig it out, lift it up and run toward the house. It starts to fall, and they beg me to grab it before it hits the ground.
So I know this isn't funny now, but at the time, we were in so many stitches of laughter we could not hold the bag and what's more, the hole in the bag was creating a Hansel and Gretel effect all the way back to our house. At least the squirrels and birds won't starve. We get home, and none of us has a house key, so we beat on the door until M answers it only to find the three of us whacked out on breadcrumbs and carrying a body-bag size bag of bread. It should be said now that M is allergic to glutin and can't eat bread. But she goes along with it. We dump the bag out on the floor and J just stares at us from the covers on the couch. "What the hell" I think just about covers her response. For the remainder of the night we bagged the bread into individual bags and started giving it away and putting it in the freezer.
Not one of my brightest moves, but then again, I won't have to buy bread again, ever. And I'm not dead yet. It was a pretty sweet evening. I bet you've never dumpster dove for bread?
Now that I've shared, what was the stupidest thing you've ever done as a younger person? Speak up now!
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Another picture of my wonderful city
Just because I like posting pictures. And this is my blog, so I can do whatever I want to do with it. So there. Maybe I am feeling like my space is being invaded just a little. Maybe I feel a little out of control of my own life. It's time to reclaim. And I do that with this blog. It is my little side of cyberspace.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
In two weeks...
...this will no longer be my space. I'm so broken up about it. Can you detect the sarcasm?
Sunday, August 10, 2008
I'm celebrating this weekend
Why? Because it's been ONE YEAR since I proclaimed my independence, and moved to the Twin Cities. What have I accomplished in a year? Expect an accomplishments post this week. Until then, enjoy the view from one of Minneapolis's "most photographed" landmarks, the Hennepin Ave. bridge and Grain Belt Beer sign. Beautiful.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
A life time of SERVICE
So I had this conversation with a friend this afternoon, and it was hilarious. Inspired by our bitterness for the world and no job prospects, we've come up with a solution to keeping our idea for a creative and innovative business idea. And, I need to keep my commitment to SERVICE America for life. Here goes. Edited for clarity, and occasionally stupidity.
me: I'm so going into business for myself when I have the resources
Mary: a-men!!!
Mary: what kinda business??? prostiution?
me: we should go into business together
hahaha
yeah
you in?
:-P
Mary: hell yeah!!!
me: I know a house we can use as a Brothel!
we just need clientele
Mary: really???
me: it would require you to relocate
Mary: ooooh -- i know men,..that could be easy to handle :)
Mary: the colder the better -- we would get more clients that way -- people get itchy for fun in the cold :)
i cant wait to tell the guy i started dating about our new plan :) he knows all about the cat woman status
i even made him listen to the I love you because soundtrack :)
me: hahahahahaha
that's AWESOME
I'm glad you like it
Mary: I LOVE IT!!!!!!
me: yeah
let's go to Cicely alaska
small town
not likely to get caught
or we can stay in Minneapolis
and use PPL's College House
Mary: awesome :)
can we paint the bedrooms racy colors?
me: tutoring program house
slightly immoral
but I"m sick of my moralls
yes please!
Mary: and put mirrors everywhere
heck -- we "technically" are offering a tutoring service in a way :)
me: only if you help paign
paint
:)
ohhhhh good idea!
LMAO here
oh we are servicing alright
tutoring...sure
we're tutoring
now we need a catchy slogan when I first started americorps up here
the joke was
"What do we do as AmeriCorps members?"
"We SERVICE the community"
Mary: HAHAHAHA -- I LOVE IT!!!!]
me: yeah
so that's it
servicing the community in creative ways
EVERYDAY
Mary: WOOOHOOO :)
me: so you are IN
now it's time to start recruiting
I have a pretty good network
up here
tired of being broke...
poor
want to make a difference in the life of a lonely man/woman/transvestite?
creative solutions inc...might have the OPPORTUNITY OF A LIFETIME FOR YOU
we need a catchy name
serve, unlimited
Mary: HEHhehe :)
me: creative expressions
Mary: we could totally hit on that every guy wants to sleep with a teacher thing
me: express yourself
hahahahaha
yeah
"Do you want to be TAUGHT?"
hey, I'm shockingly good at this
Mary: How about : Teach Me Something
me: ohhhh good one
Mary: eeee kinda boring -- not scandalous at a time
enough
me: teach me something....racy
teach me something exciting
teach me sex
Mary: you can be the slutty brains behind the busines
me: too explicit
that's funny
Mary: i will work on our list of dervices :)
services i mean :)
12:48 PM me: I can totally play up the virgin thing
men love the idea of seducing a virgin, no?
list of services
Mary: oh totally :)
me: nice
so, I'm workin' on the slogan
Mary: its like a crusade for them :)
me: yes it IS
Mary: i hate to do this, but i gotta run :(
i would love to continue our business plan later though
i will keep brainstorming :)
So that's that. That's my Life After AmeriCorps. Ha!
me: I'm so going into business for myself when I have the resources
Mary: a-men!!!
Mary: what kinda business??? prostiution?
me: we should go into business together
hahaha
yeah
you in?
:-P
Mary: hell yeah!!!
me: I know a house we can use as a Brothel!
we just need clientele
Mary: really???
me: it would require you to relocate
Mary: ooooh -- i know men,..that could be easy to handle :)
Mary: the colder the better -- we would get more clients that way -- people get itchy for fun in the cold :)
i cant wait to tell the guy i started dating about our new plan :) he knows all about the cat woman status
i even made him listen to the I love you because soundtrack :)
me: hahahahahaha
that's AWESOME
I'm glad you like it
Mary: I LOVE IT!!!!!!
me: yeah
let's go to Cicely alaska
small town
not likely to get caught
or we can stay in Minneapolis
and use PPL's College House
Mary: awesome :)
can we paint the bedrooms racy colors?
me: tutoring program house
slightly immoral
but I"m sick of my moralls
yes please!
Mary: and put mirrors everywhere
heck -- we "technically" are offering a tutoring service in a way :)
me: only if you help paign
paint
:)
ohhhhh good idea!
LMAO here
oh we are servicing alright
tutoring...sure
we're tutoring
now we need a catchy slogan when I first started americorps up here
the joke was
"What do we do as AmeriCorps members?"
"We SERVICE the community"
Mary: HAHAHAHA -- I LOVE IT!!!!]
me: yeah
so that's it
servicing the community in creative ways
EVERYDAY
Mary: WOOOHOOO :)
me: so you are IN
now it's time to start recruiting
I have a pretty good network
up here
tired of being broke...
poor
want to make a difference in the life of a lonely man/woman/transvestite?
creative solutions inc...might have the OPPORTUNITY OF A LIFETIME FOR YOU
we need a catchy name
serve, unlimited
Mary: HEHhehe :)
me: creative expressions
Mary: we could totally hit on that every guy wants to sleep with a teacher thing
me: express yourself
hahahahaha
yeah
"Do you want to be TAUGHT?"
hey, I'm shockingly good at this
Mary: How about : Teach Me Something
me: ohhhh good one
Mary: eeee kinda boring -- not scandalous at a time
enough
me: teach me something....racy
teach me something exciting
teach me sex
Mary: you can be the slutty brains behind the busines
me: too explicit
that's funny
Mary: i will work on our list of dervices :)
services i mean :)
12:48 PM me: I can totally play up the virgin thing
men love the idea of seducing a virgin, no?
list of services
Mary: oh totally :)
me: nice
so, I'm workin' on the slogan
Mary: its like a crusade for them :)
me: yes it IS
Mary: i hate to do this, but i gotta run :(
i would love to continue our business plan later though
i will keep brainstorming :)
So that's that. That's my Life After AmeriCorps. Ha!
That giddy feeling, part II
More hair cut photos...Don't you love the ringlet in the middle of my forehead?
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
I haven't called in 72 hours, and I'm not married....
...so by default, I must be dead.
Seriously, folks (and by folks, I do mean the parental units):
A word to the wise: I don't HAVE to call every SUNDAY to let you know I'm alive. I am a functioning, healthy, single woman living on my own more than 1,100 miles from my hometown. It goes without saying that I talked to you on Wednesday, therefore, I can go past Sunday without talking to you again. I have no news. I do not want to be REAMED on how I need a job and a mate.
Yes, it kinda sucks that a certain someone lost his first job. However, he will GET OVER IT. Coming from someone who has cared enough and lost oh, I don't know more than two jobs post-college, yes it hurts, but he will get over it. And maybe even learn something. I'm sorry I didn't call. Or maybe I'm not. Why do I have to be sorry. I'm living my own life. My own SINGLE life. That may be difficult for you to comprehend. But it's been workin' for me so far.
I don't need your money. I like that you care. But for God's sake (or maybe someone else's since you don't believe in Him) would it kill you to care on an interval that was less than 48 or even 72 hours long? I'm struggling to make it on my own here, and contrary to popular belief I CAN do it.
You just have to BELIEVE.
And HANG UP the phone.
Thank you.
Your adoring daughter,
RECYCLED ART GIRL
Seriously, folks (and by folks, I do mean the parental units):
A word to the wise: I don't HAVE to call every SUNDAY to let you know I'm alive. I am a functioning, healthy, single woman living on my own more than 1,100 miles from my hometown. It goes without saying that I talked to you on Wednesday, therefore, I can go past Sunday without talking to you again. I have no news. I do not want to be REAMED on how I need a job and a mate.
Yes, it kinda sucks that a certain someone lost his first job. However, he will GET OVER IT. Coming from someone who has cared enough and lost oh, I don't know more than two jobs post-college, yes it hurts, but he will get over it. And maybe even learn something. I'm sorry I didn't call. Or maybe I'm not. Why do I have to be sorry. I'm living my own life. My own SINGLE life. That may be difficult for you to comprehend. But it's been workin' for me so far.
I don't need your money. I like that you care. But for God's sake (or maybe someone else's since you don't believe in Him) would it kill you to care on an interval that was less than 48 or even 72 hours long? I'm struggling to make it on my own here, and contrary to popular belief I CAN do it.
You just have to BELIEVE.
And HANG UP the phone.
Thank you.
Your adoring daughter,
RECYCLED ART GIRL
Monday, May 19, 2008
Kid Talk
My latest conversation with my three-year-old roommate goes as follows: (read into it what you will.) I'll call the tot M.
M: (as I'm leaving for my second job of the day) J, I'm going outside! (waves shoe in general direction of my face)
Me: Oh really! That sounds fun!
M: Wanna come with me?
Me: I'd love to, but I have to go to work.
M: Again?!?!
Me: Ha! Yeah, again. Unfortunately.
M: Why???
Me: Because I'm broke. You'll understand when you're a bit older.
M: Why you broke?
Me: Ha! Because I do National Service for a living.
M: Oh! That's why you're broke!
Me: Oh M, you are so wise beyond you're years sista! Wise beyond you're years kid!
M: (as I'm leaving for my second job of the day) J, I'm going outside! (waves shoe in general direction of my face)
Me: Oh really! That sounds fun!
M: Wanna come with me?
Me: I'd love to, but I have to go to work.
M: Again?!?!
Me: Ha! Yeah, again. Unfortunately.
M: Why???
Me: Because I'm broke. You'll understand when you're a bit older.
M: Why you broke?
Me: Ha! Because I do National Service for a living.
M: Oh! That's why you're broke!
Me: Oh M, you are so wise beyond you're years sista! Wise beyond you're years kid!
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Let's see, I suppose it is update time!
This morning I hauled my rear end out of bed before 7am (on a Saturday no less) to make it to work a few shifts at the 19th Annual National Service Learning Conference hosted by the National Youth Leadership Conference at the Minneapolis Convention Center. I was a workshop hosts for two very similar workshops that talked about the importance of service learning and how to defend it to suspicious and unwilling administrators. I was the girl in the back with a bright yellow shirt that forced evaluations on people. I don't even like filling out evaluations myself, but whatever. It did leave me somewhat inspired to keep going with service learning and possibly pursue a career as a service-learning facilitator in a school or museum. I didn't make it to the key note address either, but I've seen Desmond Tutu speak and know his general message.
In other news, I'm going to be in Atlanta May 8-13 for the brother's graduation and Mother's Day, and possibly make it up to a camp friend's graduation party as well! Hermz that's you, if you are reading this!
We took the kiddos to Augsburg College yesterday, (it was endearing to see 10-year-olds roam a college campus with big eyes!) and this week start the beginning of a three week testing stretch that will probably continue well into May and last throughout the year. I hate testing. I secured the PCA gig and haven't started yet because I can't find my passport as a means of proof for the payroll dept. What a pain in the butt! I will find it later when I decide to clean my room, hopefully!
In other news, I really want to pursue a career in writing, and I'm working on compiling my writing resume as a separate document to my regular resume. If anyone reading this has any tips for that, I would appreciate them. I've never done this before and I'm taking tips from the web, but I don't know how accurate they are. We'll see how it goes.
I think that is all the update I have for now. I might be going to a roller derby for the first time tonight. Should be interesting, as I've never done anything like this before either. I'll keep you posted, of course!
In other news, I'm going to be in Atlanta May 8-13 for the brother's graduation and Mother's Day, and possibly make it up to a camp friend's graduation party as well! Hermz that's you, if you are reading this!
We took the kiddos to Augsburg College yesterday, (it was endearing to see 10-year-olds roam a college campus with big eyes!) and this week start the beginning of a three week testing stretch that will probably continue well into May and last throughout the year. I hate testing. I secured the PCA gig and haven't started yet because I can't find my passport as a means of proof for the payroll dept. What a pain in the butt! I will find it later when I decide to clean my room, hopefully!
In other news, I really want to pursue a career in writing, and I'm working on compiling my writing resume as a separate document to my regular resume. If anyone reading this has any tips for that, I would appreciate them. I've never done this before and I'm taking tips from the web, but I don't know how accurate they are. We'll see how it goes.
I think that is all the update I have for now. I might be going to a roller derby for the first time tonight. Should be interesting, as I've never done anything like this before either. I'll keep you posted, of course!
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
So, I think I've found a part time job
For now, at least. I had an interview with J, over at Farenheight 360 in St. Paul, and I have an interview with a client for a PCA (personal care assistant) tomorrow. In retrospect, I feel like this is what I'm supposed to be doing, instead of barking up restaurant's trees and not having them call back. I've always worked with children, and I have a pretty good head on my shoulders, so I don't think this will be too hard. Plus, I just think I'm darn good at what I do. It pays pretty well too, with good flexible hours I can work around my AmeriCorps school schedule until I'm done in July. Then I can pick up more hours once that is done. It seems that they work with a lot of students too, so if I do decide to go back to school, they would be flexible with those hours as well. I'll definitely keep my faithful readers posted. But it seems that I will be taking care of still MORE children. Good experience. Good experience.
Speaking of good experience, starting tomorrow I'm up to RED LAKE, Minnesota to do some service work with their AmeriCorps team, which basically means we get to meet with the chief of the tribe there and pretend to be disaster victims for their disaster relief training. I'm sure it will mean some other things too, and I will be happy to report them as well once I get back. I'm looking forward to getting out of the Twin Cities for awhile and away from my house mates and babies that live there.
Speaking of good experience, starting tomorrow I'm up to RED LAKE, Minnesota to do some service work with their AmeriCorps team, which basically means we get to meet with the chief of the tribe there and pretend to be disaster victims for their disaster relief training. I'm sure it will mean some other things too, and I will be happy to report them as well once I get back. I'm looking forward to getting out of the Twin Cities for awhile and away from my house mates and babies that live there.
Sunday, February 24, 2008
My adventures in acting
I’ve heard it said that an acting teacher knows what part is right the moment she meets you. Which is why I was a little afraid when my acting for beginners teacher chose a monologue delivered by a manic-depressive character trying to impress a blind date for me to work on for the entire length of the class. Don’t over think this. Don’t think about this at all. Still, I can’t help but think because that is what I do. Do I seem manic? That is the exact line that Jasmine delivered at the beginning of her date, the line that the class told me I delivered so well. At the risk of seeming crazy, I’m going to answer my own question, in a word: sometimes. It’s been hard not to see parallels between me and my precious character Jasmine from Sweethearts, and that’s exactly what one wants, right? Of course right.
Never having been on an actual date, I always end up picturing what my first will be and if it will be anything like Jasmine’s Jasmine is nervous, really. That’s what it all boils down to. She’s so nervous having just come out of the psychiatric wing of a very different VA hospital, she talks to fill space. And in the end ends up convincing her date, and herself that she’s not actually ready to date, let a lone have an actual relationship. I feel sorry for her actually, and it’s hard not to turn that pity on myself.
But really, I’m curious as to why this woman, acting teacher, a woman I’ve known all of under 30 minutes, chose me for this role. True, I was the only single woman under 30 in the class. True, I probably seemed more than anxious on our first day of class when I had to introduce myself. But manic? Not a far cry. She probably thought.
“Do you smoke?” she asked curiously.
“No.” I said firmly. A lot of things I might have been, but a smoker I definitely was not.
“This will be perfect!” She exclaimed as she took a piece of paper from her notebook and handed it to me.
I read the first line to myself.
“Do you have light?”
You’ve got to be kidding me.
Stay tuned. You'll get updates eventually.
Never having been on an actual date, I always end up picturing what my first will be and if it will be anything like Jasmine’s Jasmine is nervous, really. That’s what it all boils down to. She’s so nervous having just come out of the psychiatric wing of a very different VA hospital, she talks to fill space. And in the end ends up convincing her date, and herself that she’s not actually ready to date, let a lone have an actual relationship. I feel sorry for her actually, and it’s hard not to turn that pity on myself.
But really, I’m curious as to why this woman, acting teacher, a woman I’ve known all of under 30 minutes, chose me for this role. True, I was the only single woman under 30 in the class. True, I probably seemed more than anxious on our first day of class when I had to introduce myself. But manic? Not a far cry. She probably thought.
“Do you smoke?” she asked curiously.
“No.” I said firmly. A lot of things I might have been, but a smoker I definitely was not.
“This will be perfect!” She exclaimed as she took a piece of paper from her notebook and handed it to me.
I read the first line to myself.
“Do you have light?”
You’ve got to be kidding me.
Stay tuned. You'll get updates eventually.
Friday, February 8, 2008
I make a GD difference, now what about you?
This guy says it so brilliantly, I couldn't have said it better! Teaching, oh how I loathe thee, let me count thy ways. But I love thee, and this video sums up my thoughts of the week. Thanks MOM!
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