Well, already I'm posting again. I don't really know why. My schedule this week is so hectic. It's kind of insane. Just, kind of. I'm supposed to go out to dinner right now, but my mom decided the family isn't going. Which sucks...
B.T.W. If you need community service and you can sing/act PLEASE LET ME KNOW!
EDITING:
By the way since this is the ONLY link in my profile to a page of mine I will list all other websites here:
http://www.myspace.com/9887858
http://www.myspace.com/85931700
http://hs.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1357770132
Sunday, November 26, 2006
Part I
Well, today. How do I explain today...Crazy? Insane? Maybe...
First off, my mom and I got in a fight which resulted with no talking. Secondly, the fight was about me being accused of hiding my report card, on the one day where I actually hadn't done anything wrong. Thirdly, my 'f' key is still broken. I worked on college application materials (I felt like being formal) all day long. Worked on my portfolio, activity sheet, letter of recommendation forms...The list goes on and on. I decided to take the 'f' key off, and now it looks much like my 'r' key.
Anyways, stress. Teenage stress. It is incredible. We have to have good bodies, good grades, a steady income, friends, parties, relationships, be involved in community service and so much more. But there is only so many hours in a day, so many days in a week and so many weeks in a year and only 7 years as a teenager. How do we survive?! I'm starting to understand why some teenagers think it's OK to get drunk every once in a while or smoke. Either way it's no excuse. There's other ways to relieve stress than getting drunk and smoking. Do something that you love and that relaxes you, and accept that if you take the time to do something that will relax you, something that is hopefully not school-related, you may or may not get some homework done. It's OK, your health is more important. OK, I don't want to write or talk or think about this anymore.
W.I.S.E. is becoming more complicated for me by the week. I collect a copy of the homework every time I'm there. Well, let me first explain what W.I.S.E. is. W.I.S.E. is an internship program. I'm interning with Mrs. Kiely at M.P.E.S. My second grade class is my life. Each and every student is so unique and different, even though there's about 3 groups of 2 that act exactly alike, there's something different about each and every one of them. It's amazing to hear parents come up to you, randomly, and tell you how much their kid LOVES you and talks about you. It's absolutely amazing. Teaching is something I want to do. Not to teach kids math or science, but through a subject area, to teach them to be better human beings. I want to be a teacher that students remember when they're 50 or 60 even 70 years old. I want to make those connections between students and myself, not in an inappropriate way obviously, but in a way that they trust me, and trust that I will help them if they need help. If you have ever seen "Le Chorale," I know the rest of the kids in French 5 have, you'd know what I mean. I want to be a Matthieu.
The reason for all of this is something, that if you know me you'll know what I'm talking about, is that I want to make a difference. But I can't really affect something, in my opinion, in any other way. The children of today are the future of tomorrow, and through them we can create a better future. And yeah I can only help so many students, but those many students can go on to potentially help so many other people. I don't know how theatre will fit into all of this but somehow it will. My 'f' key is back on but being a bit problematic. So anyways, that is I guess, my dream. To be a teacher, a true teacher.
First off, my mom and I got in a fight which resulted with no talking. Secondly, the fight was about me being accused of hiding my report card, on the one day where I actually hadn't done anything wrong. Thirdly, my 'f' key is still broken. I worked on college application materials (I felt like being formal) all day long. Worked on my portfolio, activity sheet, letter of recommendation forms...The list goes on and on. I decided to take the 'f' key off, and now it looks much like my 'r' key.
Anyways, stress. Teenage stress. It is incredible. We have to have good bodies, good grades, a steady income, friends, parties, relationships, be involved in community service and so much more. But there is only so many hours in a day, so many days in a week and so many weeks in a year and only 7 years as a teenager. How do we survive?! I'm starting to understand why some teenagers think it's OK to get drunk every once in a while or smoke. Either way it's no excuse. There's other ways to relieve stress than getting drunk and smoking. Do something that you love and that relaxes you, and accept that if you take the time to do something that will relax you, something that is hopefully not school-related, you may or may not get some homework done. It's OK, your health is more important. OK, I don't want to write or talk or think about this anymore.
W.I.S.E. is becoming more complicated for me by the week. I collect a copy of the homework every time I'm there. Well, let me first explain what W.I.S.E. is. W.I.S.E. is an internship program. I'm interning with Mrs. Kiely at M.P.E.S. My second grade class is my life. Each and every student is so unique and different, even though there's about 3 groups of 2 that act exactly alike, there's something different about each and every one of them. It's amazing to hear parents come up to you, randomly, and tell you how much their kid LOVES you and talks about you. It's absolutely amazing. Teaching is something I want to do. Not to teach kids math or science, but through a subject area, to teach them to be better human beings. I want to be a teacher that students remember when they're 50 or 60 even 70 years old. I want to make those connections between students and myself, not in an inappropriate way obviously, but in a way that they trust me, and trust that I will help them if they need help. If you have ever seen "Le Chorale," I know the rest of the kids in French 5 have, you'd know what I mean. I want to be a Matthieu.
The reason for all of this is something, that if you know me you'll know what I'm talking about, is that I want to make a difference. But I can't really affect something, in my opinion, in any other way. The children of today are the future of tomorrow, and through them we can create a better future. And yeah I can only help so many students, but those many students can go on to potentially help so many other people. I don't know how theatre will fit into all of this but somehow it will. My 'f' key is back on but being a bit problematic. So anyways, that is I guess, my dream. To be a teacher, a true teacher.
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