22 September 2001

[Hey Poor]

started building a new website: pyrrha.org/digitalgurl. i dug up old photographs and drawings of girls i either did in art classes or for fun and digitized them. did cool stuff in photo shop. i only have one "gallery" up right now (8 pictures). but what's there, i think, is pretty cool. well, i ended up reeming my college students last wednesday. wrote them a ::ahem:: nice letter in which i told them that i refuse to put up with any more of their disrespect and laziness. i think they got the point. i'm not very nice . . . i'm going to post the letter in either the projects or writing section. while it is "writing" it's also the beginning of my "project" to crack down on the laziness and overall "snobbiness" (is that a word) which festers in the majority of my students. it will be an ongoing process. this group of composition students is the experimental group. it will probably be a few years before i learn how to cure freshmen of their big egos. this is only the beginning.

17 September 2001

[Beat on the Brat]

it's official. my composition students are whiners. i like them. they are smart. they are capable of doing the work. but they bitch and moan at the silliest things. which i think is so ironic given the current situation in our world. what can i expect? miami kids. nuff sed.

14 September 2001

[Could Be Worse?]

these have been the most unpleasant days of my life. unpleasant is saying it nicely. from the moment i heard about an airplane crashing into the wtc over the pa at my work, i've been sick to my stomach, unable to eat or even touch the six pack of beer in the fridge - not like me at all. i bitch about my key not working. i bitch about losing my designer sunglasses. i bitch about my laptop being in the pawn shop. but my shit is petty. very petty. my brother in new york has it worse than me, possibly stranded and unable to come home to start the fall quarter. those i know in dc have been frantic, fearing for loved ones working in the capital and surrounding areas. this has been too much for words. i could go on all day about how i feel. about the extra punch of slurs i threw at the middle easterners who cut me off on marshall avenue on the way home from work today. but i need to be rational. this isn't me to hate. but it is me to want revenge. to want to know why and who. i'm in cincinnati for godssake. i have no idea, no fucking idea, how these acts of terrorism have really hit us. my feelings are unimportant, yet i've been sick - robbed of my "innocence" as some might say.

09 September 2001

[Overcaffeinated]

nothing big today. unless you count the fact that i o.d.ed on caffeine. you know youv'e had too much when you can't stop jittering. when you want to puke. when your heart is racing but your'e lying down. i think i just shocked my system. drank a lot last nite - a lot. i'm a 1 beer girl. i don't drink on the weekends. usually just one beer in the evening when i get home from work, or a beer with dinner. no biggie. bust last nite i had five bottles of rolling rock. i was pleasantly drunk especially considering it had been over a week since i had one drink. add that with the fact that i am little - violla! instant stupor! so this morning the coffee - extra black - on top of the beer just confused my innereds. does she want to be down or up?? so while my body yearned to chill, my heart opted to do aerobics.

06 September 2001

[Pretty Blue Squares]

aside from being relieved that friday is just around the corner, i am pleased at the way things have been turning around over the last two days or so. yes, there was a lot of bitching earlier about the inept authorities at the high school i work at, but now i shall talk only of the good that has come about. for one, the writing lab that i "run" (i use run loosely only because there are other people in charge besides me but because the lab also serves as my office space - and no one else - it is my lab dammit!) might be getting new computers. currently, there are about 60 machines, 40 of which are dinosaurs, so much in fact that they are not counted as being computers by the state. the others are old pcs with pentium one processors. they do the job, but slowly. my boss - the head of the english department - reminded me that i was very much appreciated. i can't count how many times i've bailed my coworkers out of a crisis. it has been so stressful for everyone. i'm glad i can help. so while making last minute copies and vocabulary tests doesn't sound hard, it's a big help that I'm there to do it. other departments just gape at my coolness and efficiency. if you're wondering what my job title is at the high school, i am the english dept. "assistant" aka the "jack of all trades." i am: a copier, a gopher, a tutor, a sub, a computer problem fixer, an editor . . . too bad i can't do this forever. it doesn't pay enough. but i'm not complaining. i think the pay is fine for what i do. i couldn't imagine prepping for six classes a day and dealing with dozens of kids. i have a hard enough time with my class of 22 college students - which by the way are absolutely fabulous. even when they do freak out about petty things. eh, i was a kid once too.

05 September 2001

[Days Go By]

this has been a strange week. usually i look foward to those weeks where you only have to work four days. where monday is sunday to the second power. because miami was closed monday in observation of labor day, monday classes took place on tuesday and tuesday courses were cancelled. why do they do this? why don't they just start the semester on a monday instead of tuesday so the monday/ wednesday classes don't lose days?? they must realize that all the major picnic/barbeque holidays take place on monday. we're destined, every semester or quarter or whatever, to lose at least one or two mondays. SO why do we start on . . . tuesday? i guess i'm just irked because i had to go the long drive to miami two days in a row. i really ought to move to oxford. but i like the city too much. i like the riots. i love asphalt. oxford has cobblestone and tumbleweed ::shudder:: - things that make me fret. yeah, gun shots - i'm fine with them. it's that clean country air that causes my brow to sweat. still have yet to go swimming. i think this is ok, though. my bathingsuit that i bought last year - which i have yet to wear - no longer fits. i haven't gained weight, but my body has shifted. my hips are a little rounder. at first this pissed me off. but after looking at myself a few times in the mirror,i've decided that i look damn sexy. so what if i'm not a size two/three anymore. it's not like size five is huge. i get so critical of myself sometimes. i think that's why i've refrained from putting any pictures of myself on this website since its update. i'm so bi-polar about my looks. my fave holiday is coming up. Halloween! i'm really wanting to be a catholic school girl. if i can get Tom to be a priest, that would rock my world. i have a priest fetish. sick, i know. wrong, yes. i need help - i realize this.

02 September 2001

[End of Summer]

i can't believe it's september. tonite are the labor day fireworks signaling the official end of summer. that's how us cincinnati white trash celebrate it anyway. i am not white trash. and i guess cincinnati doesn't come accross as being a "hick" city - but, in reality, it is. it would be a total riot if the olympics did end up coming here. "riot" is the key term. cincinnati is one of those cities that tries to be liberal and cutting edge and diverse. but it's not. we have great art museums, yet all we ever hear about are the stadiums downtown and the taxes being spent on them. we have parks that need cleaned up and restored, but the highways take precedence. our schools are falling apart, but who really cares? we're all about appearances, specifically the appearances of the "things" which make us a ::ahem:: thriving city. who cares about the kids in the innner city public schools? they won't amount to anything anyway and help solve the problems we face in the city. leave that up to the kids in indian hill - yes, the type of kids who were junkies in traffic (a movie which was soooooo on the ball). at least i have monday off. and that is why labor day is okay with me.