Well, I survived the morning in kindergarten... the first hour the kids just played dress up while others toyed around with some play-doh. As a matter of fact I don't have anything too too exciting to report about my day of subbing except for this:
The school that I subbed for has a VERY efficient way of having the kids picked up at the end of the day. The parents pull up a cul-de-sac and the kids stand against the wall until a teacher, crossing guard or the school's security calls out their name and walks them to the car. While watching the pre-k kids I observed one child walk over to the crossing guard, who was an upper classmen (3rd grader) and say, "Hey kid, what's your story!"
Little kids are so funny!
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Wish me luck
I received a phone call earlier today inquiring if I would like to substitute tomorrow in pre-k. With my current employment status non-existent I figured it would be a great idea so I jumped at the opportunity.
What do you do in pre-k?
What do you do in pre-k?
Monday, September 22, 2008
Things you didn't know about me
(originally published on www.theweekender.com on 01.09.08)
I wish I had a British accent.
When Bing Crosby and David Bowie sing "Little Drummer Boy" I tear up severely.
I love jamming out to Irish bands; my fave is Flogging Molly.
I like to dance when I'm getting ready to go out for the evening.
My obsession for Halloween is out of control.
I celebrate St. Nick's Day by putting a shoe outside my bedroom door for presents.
I secretly wish my hair was red.
I'm addicted to "The Hills", "Girls Next Door", "I Love New York", and "The Biggest Loser"--oh hell... I'm just addicted to reality TV shows.
I can sing-in order-the Presidents of the United States.
I dance like noone's watching.
I love Reese's Peanut Butter cups but I reserve eating them until the month of October (it makes me remember Halloween as a little kid).
I want more than anything to learn to play the drums.
Everytime I ice skate with my 5-year-old nephew he tries to teach me how to stop like a "real skater," and it is both humiliating and humbling.
When I was younger I hung the American flag outside my house on my birthday because I truly felt like it was an American holiday.
I would love to meet Johnny Depp and Tim Burton-together-at the same time.
Chicken roll is my absolute favorite lunch meat of all time.
I wish I had a British accent.
When Bing Crosby and David Bowie sing "Little Drummer Boy" I tear up severely.
I love jamming out to Irish bands; my fave is Flogging Molly.
I like to dance when I'm getting ready to go out for the evening.
My obsession for Halloween is out of control.
I celebrate St. Nick's Day by putting a shoe outside my bedroom door for presents.
I secretly wish my hair was red.
I'm addicted to "The Hills", "Girls Next Door", "I Love New York", and "The Biggest Loser"--oh hell... I'm just addicted to reality TV shows.
I can sing-in order-the Presidents of the United States.
I dance like noone's watching.
I love Reese's Peanut Butter cups but I reserve eating them until the month of October (it makes me remember Halloween as a little kid).
I want more than anything to learn to play the drums.
Everytime I ice skate with my 5-year-old nephew he tries to teach me how to stop like a "real skater," and it is both humiliating and humbling.
When I was younger I hung the American flag outside my house on my birthday because I truly felt like it was an American holiday.
I would love to meet Johnny Depp and Tim Burton-together-at the same time.
Chicken roll is my absolute favorite lunch meat of all time.
"No purchase necessary"- HA!
So, on my way back from a recent trip to the Strip District I was listening to the radio and some lady was giving away trips to Vegas. She gave the number on air and told listeners to call in. So, I figured, I wasn't doing anything, I'll call.
A gentleman answered the phone and said that I'm one of the first callers and that I WON! So he took my number and said he would call me back. Someone called in about 5 minutes and after asking me stupid irrelevant questions gave me a website to go to "retrieve" my prize...
hmmm already starting to get fishy!
So I went to the website and it asked me to enter in my phone number... again, I'm not doing anything, so I entered it. The next page pops up and says "Hello Tiffany."
hmmm I don't remember giving them my name.
Then it prompts me to give me address which at the time seemed normal, how else would they be able to send me my prize.
Then
A whole list of criteria comes up and a line stating that there is a $50 non-refundable fee to pay when you request your dates. $129 non-refundable fee if you choose to cancel your package...
What happened to the no purchase necessary that the lady on the radio promised...
It's confirmed:
If it's too good to be true: it is!
Nothing in life is free.
A gentleman answered the phone and said that I'm one of the first callers and that I WON! So he took my number and said he would call me back. Someone called in about 5 minutes and after asking me stupid irrelevant questions gave me a website to go to "retrieve" my prize...
hmmm already starting to get fishy!
So I went to the website and it asked me to enter in my phone number... again, I'm not doing anything, so I entered it. The next page pops up and says "Hello Tiffany."
hmmm I don't remember giving them my name.
Then it prompts me to give me address which at the time seemed normal, how else would they be able to send me my prize.
Then
A whole list of criteria comes up and a line stating that there is a $50 non-refundable fee to pay when you request your dates. $129 non-refundable fee if you choose to cancel your package...
What happened to the no purchase necessary that the lady on the radio promised...
It's confirmed:
If it's too good to be true: it is!
Nothing in life is free.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Love Hurts
(Originally published on www.theweekender.com 03/05/08)
In the past month, I have witnessed the definition of love. It all started when my roommates and I moved into our apartment in May 2006; it's hard to believe it's been almost two years already. Well, anyway, we instanteously decided we needed a pet, and since it stated in our lease this was a complete "no-no," our only option was to get fish. On our first visit to the pet store we all went in like little kids in a candy store with our noses pressed up against the glass pointing to the clerk which ones we wanted. We then trekked out to our car with our fish in hand and our spirits high. No more than two weeks later, all but two fish died, and we were back at the pet store picking out fish to accompany the two we had left, who, by the way were named Spook and Mickey.
As time went by, and several pet store trips later, Spook and Mickey were the ones that seemed to survive. They survived the great fish tank break of 2007, they survived when the tank water turned a goldish brown color and emergency fish extraction was needed. They were some tough cookies, to say the least. We started to believe that they were bullies; how else could we explain the fact that these two fish survived being in the tank with Beta fish, who as you may know, are very territorial. Not only did they survive the beta, the beta disappeared. Completely. It was like Spook and Mickey only needed each other to survive in our makeshift pirate dungeon we had created (complete with a skull smackdab in the middle. come on, what did you expect).
Then it happened.
The exact date of Spook's death is unknown. And I am not sure who noticed first, but one day we noticed that Mickey was acting a bit odd. Quite frankly, his swim was off, there was no bounce to his splish, no feeling in his splash. He just wasn't himself, and then we noticed Spook belly-up in the rocks. This clearly was the reason for Mikey's weirdness. Generally speaking, my roommates and I do not like extracting dead fish from our tanks -- that priveledge usually goes to unsuspecting guests -- but at the time of Spook's death, the guest pool was dry, so he lay there at the bottom of the tank completely lifeless. All the while, Mikey became more and more melancholy, as melancholy as a fish could be. Until one day we found Mikey curled up on top of Spook. As if they just had re-enacted a scene from "Romeo and Juliet" Mikey too was now completely lifeless. It appears as though he could not live with the heartache of not having his best friend and soulmate swimming with him harassing and killing other fish.
It was an act of friendship.
It was an act of love.
We could learn a lot from those two.
In the past month, I have witnessed the definition of love. It all started when my roommates and I moved into our apartment in May 2006; it's hard to believe it's been almost two years already. Well, anyway, we instanteously decided we needed a pet, and since it stated in our lease this was a complete "no-no," our only option was to get fish. On our first visit to the pet store we all went in like little kids in a candy store with our noses pressed up against the glass pointing to the clerk which ones we wanted. We then trekked out to our car with our fish in hand and our spirits high. No more than two weeks later, all but two fish died, and we were back at the pet store picking out fish to accompany the two we had left, who, by the way were named Spook and Mickey.
As time went by, and several pet store trips later, Spook and Mickey were the ones that seemed to survive. They survived the great fish tank break of 2007, they survived when the tank water turned a goldish brown color and emergency fish extraction was needed. They were some tough cookies, to say the least. We started to believe that they were bullies; how else could we explain the fact that these two fish survived being in the tank with Beta fish, who as you may know, are very territorial. Not only did they survive the beta, the beta disappeared. Completely. It was like Spook and Mickey only needed each other to survive in our makeshift pirate dungeon we had created (complete with a skull smackdab in the middle. come on, what did you expect).
Then it happened.
The exact date of Spook's death is unknown. And I am not sure who noticed first, but one day we noticed that Mickey was acting a bit odd. Quite frankly, his swim was off, there was no bounce to his splish, no feeling in his splash. He just wasn't himself, and then we noticed Spook belly-up in the rocks. This clearly was the reason for Mikey's weirdness. Generally speaking, my roommates and I do not like extracting dead fish from our tanks -- that priveledge usually goes to unsuspecting guests -- but at the time of Spook's death, the guest pool was dry, so he lay there at the bottom of the tank completely lifeless. All the while, Mikey became more and more melancholy, as melancholy as a fish could be. Until one day we found Mikey curled up on top of Spook. As if they just had re-enacted a scene from "Romeo and Juliet" Mikey too was now completely lifeless. It appears as though he could not live with the heartache of not having his best friend and soulmate swimming with him harassing and killing other fish.
It was an act of friendship.
It was an act of love.
We could learn a lot from those two.
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Sometimes the one thing that I looked forward to at the Weekender was posting a blog, especially when I had something to rant about.
In June, I left the Weekender and thus leaving behind my ability to blog. Hence, why I started this page. I have also decided to archive some of my old blogs here as well. Enjoy!
In June, I left the Weekender and thus leaving behind my ability to blog. Hence, why I started this page. I have also decided to archive some of my old blogs here as well. Enjoy!
Nothing worse than a Pippi Virgin
Pippi Longstocking was by far my FAVORITE children's book when I was younger. I read every book that came out about Pippi and I longed for the days in elementary school when a substitute would come in unprepared for the day have to show us a video. The pleading in my head "Please pick Pippi, please pick Pippi" was relentless.
Twenty some years later, I still love Pippi. I can't imagine that there are still people that haven't seen a Pippi movie or read a book... If you are one of the few, shame on you because there's nothing worse than a Pippi virgin!
P.S. Welcome to my blog!
Twenty some years later, I still love Pippi. I can't imagine that there are still people that haven't seen a Pippi movie or read a book... If you are one of the few, shame on you because there's nothing worse than a Pippi virgin!
P.S. Welcome to my blog!
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