Wednesday nights in Guelph can usually be summed up in homework, dinner and dance class for me. Except this past Wednesday was like none other.
It began with the usual, dance class at 7 where we learned pussy cat doll inspired strip-tease basically choreographed by none other than THE Blake McGrawth. I bent over, shook my hips and grinded up on myself to the rather catchy tune "Stupid Shit". Following my Demi Moore-esque crica Striptease era dance, I came home with my roomie to get changed and ready for a night on the town with The Crew.
My finesse night of drinking was inaugurated with what I refer to as "The Shower Power". Or basically drinking while I shower. With one hand wrestling the shampoo lid, the other aided in my pounding back of Corona. My outfit was rather plain, but still cute. I was in the mood to have fun, my get-up was not about to deter any of my abilities to do so.
By the time we arrived at the boy's house, of where we were to be pre-drinking, I was in full party-on mood. My poison of choice was, as always, cranberry juice and vodka. (It just speaks to me) As far as I can recall, I might have had two or three shots gone of my 26-er, so it was my surprise when I looked at the bottle the next day to see it was half empty. I suppose it explains my cloudy remnants of the night.
In a nut shell, the bus ride is a blurr, most of the night and the cabbie ride home is slightly painful to recall.
Here are some of the oh-so-pleasant memories I am able to recant.
For one reason or the other (of which I do not really care to know) I picked up a friend. He is not very big, but nonetheless, my doing so resulted in both of us falling backwards. It was horrible. I felt so bad for him, I was laughing. But on the inside I was cringing. It was embarrassing. And to top it off, I managed to make my big toe bleed. Luckily, ma cousin-a Erna had band-aids. For the remainder of the night I wore a fluorescent orange band-aid on my big toe.
While inside, after finishing my drink, I managed to smash my head of the blatantly large brick pillar in the middle of the room. It was an accident due to my throw-your-head-back laugh. I should invest into a new reaction when I laugh.
And to top off a "top night", I had to leave the bar early. At 12:45. Because I could not keep my eyes open. My cousin and roommate decided it was best to take me home. Of course we had to get some eats and thankfully cousin-a Erna had l'argent to pay for my pita. She later informed me the following day that her greatest memory of that night was me saying "Kevin Jonas will be so disappointed in me". I passed out on the futon and woke early the next morning. School was most definitely not an option.
What can I say? I am the epitome of Class.
It was a rough next day.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Sleepless Nights and Restless Days.
As I begin this entry it is 3:06 in the morning of Saturday September 20th. And I am really frustrated. With what? A lot of different aspects of my life. For starters, how about the fact that it is a ridiculous hour of the morning... and I am awake? As well, my current shuffle of songs on my itunes is disappointing me at new heights. But, I think this is just a rant of somethings that I need to get off my chest.
I shall begin this with the statement that I watched Freedom Writers tonight. That movie, along with Dangerous Minds, actually makes me want to go into education. I want to make a difference in people's lives and obviously, quoting Erin Gruwell, we have to start in the classrooms. I mean, I completely understand southern Ontario is no where near the likeness of South Central L.A. But, if people can reach kids at a younger age, then the likelihood of them succeeding just multiplies. It is a simple concept that adults in our day and age really cannot wrap their stubborn head around.
I shouldn't generalize, but the majority of the teaching population consist of middle-aged parents who are too caught up with their own personal inventory to realize the problems and most importantly the potential of their students. Seriously, there were teachers at my high school who were part of the educational system when my dad was being taught.... 30 some-odd years ago. Reality check, am I going to pay attention to someone who's stories about the old country are as stimulating as taking the bellies out of tomatoes? Not exactly what I call riveting information. Half of the population teaching at my high school had long past reached their expiration date of retirement. Some had even come back. The school board needs to take a long look at itself. Their are literally HUNDREDS of fresh teachers coming out of College who's lives are far more relevant to their students. But they are to stubborn to make any changes.
Its the age old problem of relating to people. Yeah, it can be considered cliché, but mark me when I say that students will respond better to someone they relate to.
I feel like a complete putz seeing as I had many teachers who were older. My two favourite teachers were by no means spring chickens. But I lived on the west mountain of Hamilton where the most trivial concept that could have crossed my path would have probably dealt with my Friday night escapades or some scandalous charade with my friends. I wasn't exactly being flanked by streaming sirens or midnight rapes.
I just feel that somethings need to be done. I want to affect people. I want to leave my mark on people rather than some trivial matter of the world. To me, education is the greatest gift anyone could receive.
I end my rant. It is now 3:35
I shall begin this with the statement that I watched Freedom Writers tonight. That movie, along with Dangerous Minds, actually makes me want to go into education. I want to make a difference in people's lives and obviously, quoting Erin Gruwell, we have to start in the classrooms. I mean, I completely understand southern Ontario is no where near the likeness of South Central L.A. But, if people can reach kids at a younger age, then the likelihood of them succeeding just multiplies. It is a simple concept that adults in our day and age really cannot wrap their stubborn head around.
I shouldn't generalize, but the majority of the teaching population consist of middle-aged parents who are too caught up with their own personal inventory to realize the problems and most importantly the potential of their students. Seriously, there were teachers at my high school who were part of the educational system when my dad was being taught.... 30 some-odd years ago. Reality check, am I going to pay attention to someone who's stories about the old country are as stimulating as taking the bellies out of tomatoes? Not exactly what I call riveting information. Half of the population teaching at my high school had long past reached their expiration date of retirement. Some had even come back. The school board needs to take a long look at itself. Their are literally HUNDREDS of fresh teachers coming out of College who's lives are far more relevant to their students. But they are to stubborn to make any changes.
Its the age old problem of relating to people. Yeah, it can be considered cliché, but mark me when I say that students will respond better to someone they relate to.
I feel like a complete putz seeing as I had many teachers who were older. My two favourite teachers were by no means spring chickens. But I lived on the west mountain of Hamilton where the most trivial concept that could have crossed my path would have probably dealt with my Friday night escapades or some scandalous charade with my friends. I wasn't exactly being flanked by streaming sirens or midnight rapes.
I just feel that somethings need to be done. I want to affect people. I want to leave my mark on people rather than some trivial matter of the world. To me, education is the greatest gift anyone could receive.
I end my rant. It is now 3:35
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