Exercise and Cake

Diego came to the gym with me yesterday. I thought that they were going to do this whole long presentation when we got there, but the guy just told him about a few things and let us go on our merry way. At first, Diego was trying to just do his own thing, but then I got mad, and we made a plan. The whole point of him coming with me to the gym was for him to help me with weights and the machines. I don't know much about those two things and wanted advice on what to do and how to do it.

I cut my cardio routine a little short, and Diego had me doing various exercises. It was more than I usually do, and my arms kinda hurt today. :(

Afterwards, I went home and made dinner. When he came over, I made pineapple upsidedown cake. I've never made it before, but it turned out okay. Diego helped me make the meringue, but he didn't mix it enough and it was all wet on the bottom. The cake turned out a little dry, and I'm blaming it on him and his unfinished meringue, though that may or may not be the reason. :) Also, when I was making the top part of the cake, I think I cooked the sugar and butter too long, because it turned into a thick caramel. So the cake is a bit dry and has thick caramel on the top.

I let Diego take my car last night, because his car is still screwed up. The heating core is busted, and he can't fix it until Sunday. He has to drive to school tonight, and I didn't want him worrying about his car overheating and/or blowing up.

Car Trouble

Yesterday I wasn't feeling well again. All I wanted to do was go home and rest. I almost decided to go to the gym, since I skipped Friday and Monday, but then I decided against it. I thought that I would return the Alice in Wonderland video, get one to watch with grandma, since she's been wanting to watch a video, go to the market, and cook dinner. None of this, however, worked out the way it was supposed to.

Right when I was about to leave for my errands, Diego called. A few days ago, he had to buy a new radiator for his truck, because it was all messed up. Well, yesterday, while driving to school, his truck started overheating again. He took it to the mechanic, and they guy said he had to come back tomorrow (today). I ended up taking him to school, since yesterday was the first day of class at ELAC. It took me almost two hours to get there and back, because of all the traffic. By the time I was done and went grocery shopping, I was too tired to do anything. *sigh* Now I have to cook tonight.

The only good thing that happened was that Diego came and brought me lunch. :) Also, we're going to the gym together today. He's going to show me how to use the machines. :) Yay!

Lazy Day

I've had a strange month. For some reason, I've been really tired. Well, more than just tired, I've been sleepy. Every night I fall asleep on Diego. We're out, and I fall asleep in the car. We're hanging out at home, and I fall asleep on the couch. I haven't even been brushing my teeth at night, because I can't get myself to walk to the bathroom.

Today was even worse. All day, my eyes have been dry and wanting to close. I feel very, very sleepy. But I haven't done anything!! I don't know what to do with myself. I'm wondering if there's something medically wrong with me. I think maybe I should go to the doctor. :/

On another note, today was a relatively simple day. I didn't do much teaching, because many of my students are taking the High School Exit Exam. More than half my class was missing during the first half of the day. After lunch, about a third of my classes were missing. Tomorrow should be better, because it's the math section. People seem to take that part of the test much more quickly than English. Probably because they don't have to write an essay.

All I feel like doing is baking. Last night, I made this cinnamon refridgerator cookies. I didn't bak them yet, but I have the dough chilled in the fridge. Maybe I'll bake them tonight. I used two sticks of butter though. Ouch! I feel like making cakes and muffins, breads and rolls, etc. This is so dumb, especially since I feel really fat right now.

*sigh* I always feel this way though. Unfortunatly, it's been worse of late. I need to go on a diet, I think.

So now I'm in 6th period, and my class isn't doing much. I'm tired....I wish there was something interesting for me to do. I should probably be grading.

Today is Diego's first day back at ELAC. My poor baby has to start class again. We're going to have less time to spend together. I think I should pick up a hobby.
We don't even know what classes he can take yet. Last semester, we were talking on the phone about a half hour before his math final. Well, we got in a fight, and he was acting like an idiot. I got really angry and told him that maybe we shouldn't be together. Needless to say, this upset him a lot. We hung up. He told me that he ran a red light and kicked a light pole. Moreover, he said that he failed his final.

Shortly after, we made up. I felt bad about my timing, so I emailed his teacher, asking if he could possibly give him another final. Fat chance, I know, but it was worth a shot. The guy never really responded. However, this semester, while trying to register for his next level math course, he was told that he couldn't because he had been dropped from the previous semester's class. :( He's still hopeful that the teacher is up to something, or is waiting to talk to him. I think that my baby failed, the guy got the email, and he decided that getting a withdrawl was better than getting an F in the class. Poor hon.

Another thing is this upcoming Friday. I wanted to go to this place called Cinespace a few weeks back. Emily and I went, but things got all messed up, and we didn't end up staying. Diego had to work. Well, I told him that he would have to take me some day. He agreed, and we were thinking of going this Friday with Emily and Natsuka. Now there are two problems: (1) Emily sent me an email, and it seems like a girl thing with me, her, and Natsuka, and (2) Diego has a softball game that night. He was going to skip it, but since he missed his first game in order to take me to the hospital last week, I feel like he should go this week and I should support him by tagging along. What I really want to do, though, is go to the movies. Why is life so complicated?

Embarrassing Moments

Here is something I wanted to write about previously, but forgot. A couple of weeks ago, I was at a school focus group meeting. We got into little groups to discuss our school's accreditation. Anyways, I was voted secretary, which I always love (please note the sarcasm). I was busy writing down everyone's thoughts, when another person joined our group. I didn't have time to look up, and I figured it was just another teacher. At one point, I had to spell the word "achievement." Okay, so what's the problem? For some reason, this word bugs me. I always think that it's spelled "ei" instead of "ie". I think it's an exception or something. So I took a second and said, "Wait. This word always bugs me." This teacher said, "I before E, except after C," and I told him I knew the rule, but that I thought this was an exception. People were staring at me like I was an idiot, so I just went to write down the damned word. Except, before I wrote the word, I looked at the new addition to our group. It was our school's new Assistant Principal. Aargh. Now he thinks I'm an idiot. Why couldn't I have looked up sooner? Why couldn't I have known how to spell the word "achievement"? Why couldn't I have just written it whichever way without asking first???

Unfortunately, things only got worse as the meeting progressed. At another point, while frantically scribbling down comments, my friend mentioned something as being a continuum. I didn't get what she said, so I asked, "continuum?" The teacher across from me said, "C-O-N-T-I-N-U-U-M. That's how you spell it." I almost DIED!!! Aaah! I wasn't asking how to spell it! I just wanted to know what she was referring to! So now the whole group thinks I'm even more of a moron, and the AP is sitting there wondering how I got hired as an English teacher in the first place. Geez!!! I quickly said, "No, I don't want to know how to spell it, I want to know what is a continuum." What awful phrasing!! So the same teacher says, "A continuum is when you have...blah blah blah." I almost committed suicide right there. I quickly blurted out, "No! I know what a continuum is, I just wanted to know what's a continuum!" What the hell is wrong with me? Why couldn't I just say, "Excuse me, you mentioned a continuum, but I missed what you were referring to"??? Instead, I just kept asking WHAT was a continuum!!! Not what was a continuum. The teacher, again, defined the word for me. *sigh* I had a small fit, people looked at me weird, and then seemed to give up. They turned away from me and began talking about something else. I finally turned to my friend (the one who was initially talking about a continuum) and asked her my question. She answered.

Needless to say, I'm waiting to get fired.....

I Feel Totally Old...

Okay, so I know I'm a teacher. I understand that I spend my days with immature and unworldly teenagers (barely). However, I seem to always make these references in my classroom to movies, music, television, etc., and no one ever knows what I'm talking about! Many times, my grandma will talk about a certain actor or event in this same way, and I get irritated, because I have no clue what she's talking about. I think, "Man, I'm not that old!" But maybe I am.

No one has seen Ferris Bueller. No one has any clue who Billy Idol is. Geez, the kids don't even know what the Holocaust is, for Pete's Sake. They've never heard of it! This, I think, is incredible. Especially since there are still many references to it out there (current ones).

Well, yesterday, while reading our textbook, there was a reference to the poem "You are old, Father William." The first thing I thought of was the tv movie of Alice and Wonderland. There have been so many remakes, but there was this one that was especially disturbing. It had darker undertones and included subjects like the jabberwocky (sp?). Anyways, when I read this in the book, I immediately thought of Sammy Davis Jr. poofing out of his caterpillar costume and tap-dancing to this song. I mentioned this to my kids, and they said I was racist. ?? Everything is racist, and I am the most racist of all. I am the embodiment of racism every day, which I find both disturbing and slightly humorous. Especially since I am probably one of the least racist beings on the face of this planet. To continue, after the racist comment, the next words coming out of students' mouths were that I was "crazy" and "weird." I think it's an interesting scene. Very catchy, as well. I went to Blockbuster last night and rented the video. However, when I got home, the animated Disney version was inside. :( That made me sad. I called the video store, because I thought maybe the tapes got switched, but the guy didn't seem capable of checking the shelf, or of understanding my dilemma. So, there's no dancing and singing caterpillar man today...boo. Maybe I can pick up the tape later on today.

One thing to mention: There was one student who understood what I was saying. This was interesting. He told me that his brother says he was born forty. He's kinda cool though, and he reminds me a bit of Johnny Depp. A much younger Johnny Depp, of course.

On another note, and speaking of slightly dark and disturbing movies that are traditionally viewed as lighthearted, I've been really wanting to rent "Return to OZ" for quite some time. Yet, every time I go to the video store, I forget. Not many people have seen this movie, but I remember it as being cool.