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5 good things

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1. Miss A. who screams, "YAYYYYY", and jumps up and down everytime I say we're learning something new.

2. The tire that didn't go flat on the highway but later in the parking lot at work.

3. Dancing shows.

4. Cleo, the ultimate lap cat, who hates meat but loves gingersnaps.

5. Wonderful Opera friends who know the right things to say. :heart:

Damn

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One of my most difficult students is severely dyslexic, suffers from anxiety and has attention deficit disorder. However, he is very bright and an exellent athlete. I've been teaching him for three years now. He takes all my patience sometimes, and truthfully I don't really look forward to lessons with him. He's really personable though and can talk a blue streak, but he often does this in order to avoid working. His teachers at school don't like him because they don't understand dyslexia and his other problems. All they see is this little boy who talks too much in class, doesn't finish his work, doesn't follow directions and is at times defient. Can you imagine how it feels for a kid with dyslexia to be told to read aloud in front of the class? Some teachers are so ignorant. Anyway, at times I really push this student because I know he can be lazy, and frankly, his lack of progress sometimes is so frustrating. And yet he loves coming to his lessons with me. At least that's what he tells his mom.

Well, today his mom came in and took me aside and told me that dad has cancer. The prognosis is not totally clear, but she said it doesn't look good. Shit. SHIT!

And so today, I decided to take a different approach with him. I let him talk, and I listened. Then we worked a little bit and you know what? He actually made more progress today, one day, than in the past month. Best of all. He left with a smile on his face.

How did I ever survive?

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* Mercurachrome was put directly on my cuts and scrapes. Sometimes my mom or dad would paint it in the form of a bunny rabbit.
* Our water was fluoridated. ( and I have the strongest teeth because of it)
* We played outside, until after dark, unsupervised. We knew not to talk to strangers, and we knew what would happen if we did.
* I walked to school by myself in grade one. My only companion, a rock to kick. Darn thing made me late a few times.
* I never wore a bike helmet until my third decade. And I never ever wore a helmet in China!
* Regular vaccinations were the norm except for the chicken pox. I had the worst case of chicken pox and still bear the scars.
* We drank water straight from the tap, and quite often from the garden hose! And sometimes it was flavoured with Koolaid...sugar and artificial flavourings! Yum!
* White bread! Peanut butter! Bologna sandwiches! Canned spaghetti and meatballs! Canned chicken! Spam!
* Oh, no seatbelts in the backseat. We were lucky, but I bet quite a few weren't.

Can you think of any more?



Virtual Age

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This could elate you, depress you or give you a kick to improve your lifestyle habits.

What's your virtual age ?



Good thing it doesn't count grey hairs and wrinkles. :wink:

Stop, Look, Listen

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5 more things

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1. Mr. R actually read a whole sentence today. "I can hop". He's almost 9 years old. :hat:

2. I didn't go to yoga today but I went for a run instead. Good thing because my route took me right past eight otters playing at the seawall! :yes:

3. Despite coming in contact with three people who have H1N1 I am still healthy. :up:

4. Cleo's trick has finally come to light. She stands on her hind legs like a prairie dog and then butts her head against my hand. Not exactly something I can photograph easily. Pretty funny though. :smile:

5. So far my new landlord is quieter than the previous ones. So far.

Life is ...

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what happens while you are busy making other plans. John Lennon

Now what?

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So the internet is all connected again. Has anything been happening for the week I've been disconnected? I suppose. But do I feel like writing? Meh. You know, it's kind of nice to take a break and not have to always be thinking, "Oh! I should write about that!" Life goes on. :D

Identity disconnect

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Have you ever wanted to change yourself, move away and create a new identity. Have you accomplished this?

Today on DNTO (Definitely Not the Opera) Sook Yin Lee spoke with a few people who had accomplished this, created new lives for themselves. But the most interesting conversation was with writer Peggy Orenstein about "Growing up on Facebook".

Before the Facebook and other social networking sites young adults moved away from home and from their high school friends. They went to college, did crazy things and found new friends and new lives. But now kids leave the nest and keep in touch with their pals on social networking sites. They even post the crazy things (pictures too) they do for all the world to see. Sometimes they create new identities for all to see. I don't know, I'm kind of glad I don't have any photos of my orange hair and baggy red plaid pants let alone some of the silliness encountered in art school. I don't regret any of it but I'm glad there is no permanent record of my embarrassing situations and young adult angst. Isn't that why kids move away from home, so they can find out who they really are away from people who think they know who they are? I don't keep in touch with anyone from highschool and I don't feel sad about that at all.

Another thing talked about on the show was this fear of loneliness we all have. Facebook takes that all away. When going through a tough time instead of learning to be introspective all you have to do is post your feelings and not feel lonely. But does it really help? Do you grow from that experience? Moving away from home can be terrifying. The homesickness felt is a kind of culture shock. When a mother bear knows her cubs are ready to be on their own she kicks them out, runs them up a tree and leaves. Not saying that we need to be so harsh. Just saying that a little isolation is vital for personal growth.

When I first moved to Vancouver in my twenties I was so miserable and lonely! I made new friends, fell in love, but I was still lonely. I remember writing 20 page letters to one of my good friends. After a few years I then moved to Montreal. At first it was really scary but then I found that because no one really knew me there, I felt I could be myself. Again I wrote 20 page letters to one of my friends. (I wonder if he kept them?) Though it was cathartic I am so glad that only he read my personal thoughts. And then I moved back home and again I felt lost and lonely. A reverse culture shock. I had grown and changed and the people I knew had also changed. I found it difficult to relate to them. But, then I had an opportunity to work in China and decided to go. But really that was the best move I ever made. Absolutely no one knew me there! I was free! Not stuck in that role of shy girl, I was forced to be the gregarious foreign teacher willing to sing karaoke at the drop of a hat.

And now I'm back home again and now I think I know who I really am. Though sometimes I'm alone, I'm not lonely. I can't imagine how this all could of happened if I had people following my every move. Mistakes happen. Life happens. Change is enivitable. Yes you can change yourself, but it's a lot easier away from people who know you.

When I was younger I always felt I was someone different at home, someone else with my friends and lord who knows who at work. Now this person is one and the same. I don't know if I could've done this under the watchful eye of the internet. Sometimes I think I should divulge more personal things on my blog, but really, I'm happy that most of my life remains private. There are few here that really know me, and that's just fine! :D


****I'm not criticizing people for being on Facebook! Just wondering about the effects of internet networking on the growth of young people****

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Today I was sent an email, a chain letter email from a friend. It was quite nice actually, very cute, heart warming. But it ended very strangely, with a certain number, a certain time of day. This number is one that is very important to someone I know because he sees this number pattern all the time. Also it's an interesting number in that it is the first part of the Fibonacci sequence which is part of the golden ratio, a sequence found in nature. Oh, it's complicated (but rather simple)so if you want you can read about it here.

Anyway, it gave me chills to see that number at the end of the letter.

Do you have a certain number that keeps appearing to you?

Do you watch Lost? The character Hugo encounters a certain number sequence all the time. We don't know quite yet the significance of it, but it does figure greatly in the plot. I wonder if this sequence I saw today will play importantly in my life? Maybe it has already but I don't realize it. Like Owen Meany I believe there are no coincidences.

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