Today in Orchestra I asked the students to get out "What Child is This?" and without skipping a beat one of my Bass players says "It's not mine." I just started laughing and replied "Good to know, but I didn't ask whose child is this."

I really enjoy this job with few exceptions. Special K being one of them and all the damned meetings. I was recently chastised by another teacher because I don't make friends with those I work. I just don't see the point. I know others are capable of doing so but I am not. I am friendly with them but I am not calling a single one of them up for a night of drinking. I have my friends and I have people I work with. Mixing the two just seems messy.

I enjoy my anonymity very much. Though now having to do more and being out in the public, so to speak, more has made me known and I am not sure I like that. Example a teacher one day walks up to me and says you remind me of Mr. F. Mr. F is a teacher not much liked by students and even less by many faculty. I thought that was the rudest things someone could say to me at that school.

I have made a decision to bring back the Pagan List. This was a list that a stand partner in Wind Ensemble and I had. It was a record of people that pissed us off and every time they did something particularly heinous we would add a check to their name. There was one professor that had a check and d infinity sign next to his name. I think I will have a weekly update of the Pagan List.


I think we all know who is at the top of that list.
Special K
Mr. M.
Sackohammers

I am sure I can come up with more but that is all I have at this moment I will be adding once a week. Yea this will be fun.

Why no one talks to me at school functions

In my ongoing attempt to be a better person I refrained yesterday from telling a co-worker* to go straight to hell. For no other reason than the fact she can aggravate the balls off a pool table, but I had greater cause to feel this way. Though this is not Special K, she ranks right up there. I will refer to her as Sackohammers as in Dumb As A.

We were meeting in our professional learning groups, which I find an odd name for these things anyway because they are hardly professional and I never learned anything. I already knew I hated these meetings so I am not really learning anything new per say.

Back to Sackohammers, she is one of those people who fancy themselves smart and likes to hear themselves talk. Well she was on a rant, and I always find it funny that she can talk herself out of her original position if let go on too long. Anyway I was trying not to listen because a week earlier I had received an email to me about two students who always come in late to her class from mine. Actually not my class Special K's class, why she emailed me I will never know. I told her that we let the kids go with plenty of time to get to their next class. Done end of story. Oh by the way she cc'ed the Vice Principle on this. Yea I thought it would be over but she emails back and rambles about how it's disruptive to students that they come in late and lose valuable class time by not being there. Earth to short annoying bitch I believe I covered that in the previous email. So I write her back that I already stated that if her students are showing up late it's because they are slow and she needs to discipline them how she sees fit, and that I don't know what I could do to help her out other than taking them by their hands and walking them to class. The VP replied back and said that I had done enough and that Sackohammers needs to deal with the students herself. I win.

I thought it was over but just as we were leaving the meeting she stops me and says "Melissa and Chris are still coming in late." I wanted to kick her in the face but instead I said "There is nothing I can do on my end." I mean really I know she is dumb, hence the name, but come on when did the mentally challenged get teaching certificates?

* I use that term loosely since I really don't think she works that much if at all.


Sidebar I have some annoying guy trying to chat with me while I am typing this up. Conversation went something like this.
hey there
Hello
how r u ?
I am well and you
i am fine. thanks
*Silence*
chilling
Good
*Silence*
and you?
Getting ready for bed
*Silence* This goes on and I have to become the main facilitator of the conversation and I find that so annoying. It's like when someone calls you and then asks what you wanted. Dumbass you called me. I ended it by saying I needed to go to bed and that it was nice chatting. He ended it with Hugs and Kisses. *shudder* Yea I knew right then I had made the right choice in chewing my foot off to escape.

Like I need reasons at this point.

In my continuing Saga with Special K, I was told a story by her of her Black Friday experiences. I wasn't really paying attention I was doing other things and kind of half listening. Until, she started talking about arriving someplace at 5:00am and being one of the first in the store and there was a guy at the front shouting "We have 23 Wii's who wants one?" "Without even thinking I said I did and grabbed one." She says. I look up from my computer with the foulest expression.

*Sidebar* I have been wanting one ever since they came out. When I had money I could never find one and when I could find them I didn't have the funds available. So when she said she got one I wanted to cry.

*Salt in the wound* "I didn't even want one." *Grinding salt deep into the wound, opening new ones and shaking away.* "I guess I'll give it to my son." *Are you kidding me?????? Forget the child crying on Christmas morning without a Wii because someone who didn't want and/or need one snatched one of the precious few up, I will be crying on Christmas Morning, not improving my bowling record or mingling with other Miis nope I will be crying bitter, bitter tears.* "I don't even know if he would want it." *You're killing me here.* "Oh well one less thing to buy." *My sub conscience just fell to the floor convulsing.*

I had to pull it together and I just put my head down and kept typing. My only response was "Well, that's cool." On the inside I said "You heinous bitch I can't bitch I can't believe you did that let alone told me." "Cunt" Thank god I had that prep period to go to my car and cry.

I didn't really do that. I just let the air out of her tires.

I didn't do that either... but now that I think about it more...

Best Thanksgiving ever!!

I was so looking forward to this last week and boy did it pay off. It was so wonderful to see friends again and to be myself and to not have to sit in dread silence as I would have at my family's Thanksgiving. I actually felt very bad not being with my mom on Thursday. I know she is very lonely and it didn't help that brother after brother kept dropping off the screen for her. She says she doesn't care but I really do believe she does. Ah well. Next year I will be at her place.

So back to Iowa. The trip was sedate and pretty easy. I am a get in the car and let's go, kind of guy. I now realize why so often I travel alone. I pick up Xena and we have to wait around because her card had been stolen the night before and the bank called her that day to ask her about some strange charges. So with that she needed to file a police report. So we wait, and we wait and we wait. After an hour and a half she calls back and the police say it will be a while. We say fuck it we will file on Saturday when we get back.

Great! Pack the car let's roll... we need to go back and get my cell phone charger. Damn it! We turn around and head back. We are on our way. First stop is to get super cheap gas. All is well. We stop several more times for, Bathroom and food. When I travel I don't stop for those. Maybe when I stop for gas, but even then I can wait for the destination. And if I do, I don't get out and go sit down to eat I just get it and go. Not complaining just not the way I like to travel. The trip back was much of the same, I hate being in the car I just feel it is a waste of a day. So I do get a bit impatient. But all is well and we are back home nough said.

Oh god I do not want to go to work tomorrow.

3 more class periods

Though I start this with 3 periods in the day left I doubt I will finish it before the next class starts. Yes three to go. A five day weekend on the horizon. I must say I am in desperate need of a break from this place. I love the kids, I love the subjects I am teaching but I must say it is quite exhausting. My co-worker Special-K, is always a boat load of joy but she is just piling on the fun lately. Her general stupidity and lack of motivation to do the simplest parts of her job but the living crap out of me and more so now.

I have to say the last few days before a break are always the hardest. My body knows that I am mere hours from sleeping in and not having to shower and so when that alarm goes off I justify my ass off for staying in bed just a little longer. The bed feels just that much more comfortable and thus just making it a cruel joke when I must eventually vacate to head to the shower and a cold bathroom floor.

Today is not so bad I have been able to tread water in most of my classes as well as the remaining few. I am however looking forward to my Thanksgiving plans. I am traveling with Xena to the quad cities. My friends S & J live out there and I haven't seen them in a while and my friends M & E will also be there which is really exiting to me. I haven't seen M & E since Christmas of last year so this will be a great time.

I am particularly looking forward to just spending time with these people. I love them dearly. Also as added bonus I get to avoid my family. Though this is the worst year I could have picked to miss. Secondborn will be in New York with his family and in laws. Thirdborn is going to Ohio with his family and in laws. Leaving Firstborn and his son at my moms. I feel bad and even asked my mom if she wanted me to stay for Thanksgiving. She of course said no. Of course with my luck all of them will be back next year and there I will be like an animal caught in a trap willing to gnaw his leg off to escape. The other unfortunate part is my family doesn't drink... I know... I even need a moment to let that settle to the bottom of the glass before moving on. For as bitter and sarcastic as we all can be alcohol would be nice, but I know I would be the only one drinking and then I am sure I would prove a lot of points for people that I am just that irresponsible.

In a way I am not sure I would care. Something to take the edge off would be nice. Ah to be a funtional alcoholic... wait where am I? Damn it here come the kids more later.

Family take em or leave em

So I went up to help my mother clean out her basement. First let's say that this is an unfinished basement and it floods on occasion. This basement has not been cleaned for decades. To say it's a gross job is a mild understatement. My brother who lives next door to my mother helped as well. I swear I am the only fully functioning son my mother has. Thirdborn 2 years ago tried to stop a golf cart by Barny Rubbling it. Yea let that soak in for a minute. He totally tore up his leg and now he has problems with stairs and lifting things. So clearing out the basement became me carrying things up the stairs and him just bringing them to the foot of the stairs. I wanted to tell him he really needn't bother. But alas.

I did get to see the job secondborn did on my mothers porch enclosure. He did a nice job I was very impressed. My mother was saying how she wanted to put a motion light at the new entrance. She said it would be nice to have some warning before someone comes through the door. I said "Well won't you lock it?" Without thinking because she really does live out in the middle of nowhere and the only people that ever come there are people she knows. She said only thirdborn comes in without knocking, with that I said "Don't you think you may want to start locking it?" She laughed.

Anyway we got most of the basement done. The reason, other than it needed it, was that my mom is putting in a gas heating system. Before the house had a fuel oil system that was uber expensive to keep up and it is probably 60 years old. So it is good that she is getting this done. Though I must say she and thirdborn are so alike in the fact that they won't throw out anything. There was a filthy and I mean filthy jacket on the floor of the basement that I was going to throw away and thirdborn looks at it and says "What are you throwing that away for? It's still good.""Seriously, are you kidding me this thing is gross." To that I say whatever. It's easy to convince my mother to throw things out except when he is around. They are such pack rats. I also don't really think much of the suggestions of a man who tried to stop a speeding golf cart with his foot.

Born free

I just have to say, I am sad for the kids on the football team for loosing a very close game last night, but I am glad that come next Saturday I can take my time heading home from Iowa and not have to worry about getting back in time for yet another game. I am sure we will have a moment of Silence for their loss tomorrow, but I have to say I am glad not to have to do anymore this year.

So yesterday... yea what can I say??? My friends and I went down for the old oaken bucket game yesterday. We didn't go so much for the game but for the tailgating. It was fun and I had a good time but I really enjoyed the moments when I was having real conversations and not drinking myself into oblivion then when I was drinking myself into oblivion. I really didn't drink that much, I had driven and needed to be sober for the drive home. Because if the drive down was any indicator then I needed my wits about me.

Well the drive down wasn't so bad until we got into the grassy field where we were to park. Oh sweet jesus. I knew it was going to be bad. It was so crowded I am surprised I didn't run anyone over. I had my windows down in hopes that people would hear me say "get the fuck out of my way morons" I really didn't say that exactly but I was trying to get people to move. The first obsticle was a football in the middle of the road. There was no way around only over I kept saying someone needed to move it or I would run it over. So I started to run it over when I heard "Whoa, whoa, whoa there is a football in the way." Well no shit idiot I hadn't noticed.

I am all for frivolity and whatnot but get the fuck out of my way. There was a group of neaderthals playing cornhole and and I yelled "Game off!" You know, the traditional way of indicating that a car is coming through you might want to move the game. They did, sorta but apparently not far enough cause I ran over it. Opps, my bad. I didn't stop my justification was, they should have moved it farther away. We finally found the people we were with and the drinking commenced.

Not a lot of eye candy but when desperate I can always find something to look at in a pinch. I had some really great conversations with people I didn't know that well before. Romeo was floating around handing out jello shots to every Tom with a hairy dick. Which was fine but Alain was getting pissy about it. (Interesting group dynamic we all are.) Romeo ended up picking up this married couple and swapped phone numbers. I am not sure what that was all about but ok. The night was wearing on and I had made the call that if we wanted to avoid the traffic we needed to go now. Since I was the holder of the keys this time I made the rules.

I have never driven this group anywhere before. Because I have never had a car I felt comfortable taking anywhere. I have endured roadtrips with these guys before, their music selections are fine and I have never really complained or asked them to change anything for me, but yesterday I was ready to smack Blanche. Every other song on my Ipod he would yell from the backseat "Shuffle!". I did let slip at one point that had put up with his shitty country he could deal with my music. Whatever.

The really bad moment came on the drive home. Alain was up front sleeping, being pissy, or texting someone he knows he shouldn't be starting something up with, but that is a whole other story. And Blanche and Romeo were in the backseat arguing, are you ready for this, a drag show. Not a competition, but a show they were both doing for charity. It went a little something like this.

Romeo: What two numbers are you doing for the show?
Blanche: Why do you want to know?
R: Because I don't want to duplicate what you are doing.
B: Well it doesn't matter mine will be fabulous.
R: I understand but I would like to make sure I don't do what you do.
B: Well all that matters is that I beat you.
Me thinking *Oh god*
Alain: zzzzzzzz
R: Why you got to be like that?
B: Because I need to be better than you at this.
R: You do know this is not a contest?
B: I still need to be better.
R: It's for charity.
*20 minutes later*
B: I still need to be better.
R: It's for charity.
Me. *Ok, if I crash the car I have to make sure I die, because that is really the only way out of this conversation.*
Alain:*Tex, text, text... send*
B: I still need to be better.
R: It's for charity.

I drop off Romeo, Drop off Blanche and Alain. Go Home rethink going back out to the bars with them. Too tired to deal. Text to say I am in for the night.

That was my day.

Here is what you need to get started.

Me: 32, single, music teacher, lives in Indy, youngest of 4 boys, plays lots of instruments, gay and a skoach of sarcasms.

I have been blogging on Myspace, but my friends have been complaining that they cannot get to myspace at work. Boofrigginwoo. Not my problem. I enjoy the use of myspace because I can limit those who see my page and my blog. I wouldn't care except for the third thing on my list up there. I really don't need my students checking up on what I say and about who. So I blocked it so only my friends could see it.

I also liked the fact I could use real names and not have to use pseudonyms for friends and the like. But I guess that is the way of the world. I enjoy the blogging because with friends far away and having an already busy schedule this is a way for me to somewhat stay in touch with all those people. It's like having your yearly Christmas newsletter everyday. It is also a great place just to be creative, thoughtful, reflective, silly, poignant... oh who the hell am I kidding it's for me to be bitchy and sarcastic.

So there is a nut shell summary of me.

New Car Smell

Honda Civic 2008 Metallic Blue. Very pretty and very much mine. I have a new car and now poor again. Such is life but at least I look good in my new car. This will last awhile so bare with me. :) Now all I need is a boyfriend and I am set lol. And a house. And a dog. And a kid. And a better paying job. I am a simple man I don't need much. :)