I haven't really been around much lately and I'm sure my 6 person/day readership has severely declined. Not that the 6 people who read this aren't important, I've just been ridiculously swamped with school as of late. Luckily, things are at least moderately under control and I think that by the weekend, I'll feel kinda okay about where I am with my workload.
I officially finished the last university classes for my program yesterday, even though I still have some assignments to submit for one class. I still have another 5 months of student teaching to do, but I don't have to jump through any more university hoops to complete this program anymore! I can't jump for joy quite yet, since I still have a boatload of planning to do before tomorrow and before next week, since I take over a 75% teaching load as of next Thursday. Pretty intense, I know. And really, it's mainly intense to me because I had a hard enough time handling a 50% load, let alone 3/4 blocks. Oh well, I have to just suck it up and do it.
In other news, I'm getting my Level 1 volleyball certification this weekend, paid for by the volleyball club I'm coaching now, and I'll probably even get my level 2 in a few more weeks. I'm also playing a game in a rec-league tournament tomorrow night, so hopefully I don't make a total fool out of myself there. I haven't really played since the summer (or at least October), so it might be ugly.
I should be back to more regular posts after this weekend. T-T-F-N.
- T
Thursday, January 25, 2007
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
How I've been unwinding
When I need a break from University classes and lesson planning and being generally overwhelmed, I've been enjoying short video clips from a wonderful website called "Will it Blend?", which features the Blendtec Blender in all it's pureeing, chopping and smoothie-creating glory. This simply must be the most powerful blender ever!
Check out the videos here. Pick one from the list, sit back and enjoy!
- T.M.
Check out the videos here. Pick one from the list, sit back and enjoy!
- T.M.
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Bathroom Bards
When I moved out to the coast four years ago, I had a romantic idea of what my choice of University stood for, and of how the intellectual nature of the institution would literally shine from the walls and rooftops. And then I had to relieve myself between classes.
At an intellectual institution, you'd suspect that you would be awash in maturity and reason and liberal ideas, and so on and so forth. Again, my naive idealism is shining through. To contradict myself, if you ever want to see what a University really has to say about itself, visit the bathrooms on campus. Take a seat in a stall and look at the walls around you to see what these poverty-stricken intellectuals have to say about the world in which they live. If you follow these steps, you'll immediately enter a world that is strikingly familiar to childhood experiences in a middle-school washroom.
The walls are adorned with topics ranging from who slept with who's mother, to bigoted verse about who is inferior to who, to the most mature comments about which professional hockey team is more heterosexual than another professional hockey team. There's the odd insightful poem about making poopie or of wetting oneself, and the less-than-anomalous reference to phallus size (sometimes if you're lucky, a scale model will be provided). And all of these wonderful comments come forth in an array of sharpie felt pen. Or, if none is available, then such references will be made simply with a sharp object used to scratch it's wisdom through the stall paint to be profound for all eternity (or until maintenance has a chance to repaint the place).
Now, I don't know if I should really be bothered by such nonsense, but it seems strikingly odd that such things take place. People hope that higher education will enlighten and force maturity on the masses. However, this may not be the case. Maybe the hijinx of Mr. Belushi in Animal House was closer to the reality of University or College than anyone actually believed. Or maybe I've simply been fooling myself for a very long time.
- T
At an intellectual institution, you'd suspect that you would be awash in maturity and reason and liberal ideas, and so on and so forth. Again, my naive idealism is shining through. To contradict myself, if you ever want to see what a University really has to say about itself, visit the bathrooms on campus. Take a seat in a stall and look at the walls around you to see what these poverty-stricken intellectuals have to say about the world in which they live. If you follow these steps, you'll immediately enter a world that is strikingly familiar to childhood experiences in a middle-school washroom.
The walls are adorned with topics ranging from who slept with who's mother, to bigoted verse about who is inferior to who, to the most mature comments about which professional hockey team is more heterosexual than another professional hockey team. There's the odd insightful poem about making poopie or of wetting oneself, and the less-than-anomalous reference to phallus size (sometimes if you're lucky, a scale model will be provided). And all of these wonderful comments come forth in an array of sharpie felt pen. Or, if none is available, then such references will be made simply with a sharp object used to scratch it's wisdom through the stall paint to be profound for all eternity (or until maintenance has a chance to repaint the place).
Now, I don't know if I should really be bothered by such nonsense, but it seems strikingly odd that such things take place. People hope that higher education will enlighten and force maturity on the masses. However, this may not be the case. Maybe the hijinx of Mr. Belushi in Animal House was closer to the reality of University or College than anyone actually believed. Or maybe I've simply been fooling myself for a very long time.
- T
Monday, January 15, 2007
Hilarious video...
I received this video from a friend of mine in Victoria a couple of years ago. I hadn't watched it for a while, but I figured it was worth sharing. True, it's absurd and strange, but after the confusion you may feel following the video, you'll probably laugh heartily. If not, I guess I just have a warped sense of humour. The title of the video short is "The Boy Who Could Smell the Future". I'm sure I've shown it to some of you, but you still have to check it out a second time if you've already seen it.
See the short video here...
Thanks to Kurt Nellis (the author/director/stranger) for sharing his videos...
- T
See the short video here...
Thanks to Kurt Nellis (the author/director/stranger) for sharing his videos...
- T
Friday, January 12, 2007
Sometimes I just wish I wasn't a bonehead
Yeppers, you guessed it... I'm an idiot. Well, I don't take complete responsibility for this, but I definitely take partial responsibility.
So here's the reason why I say I'm a bonehead...
I arrived at the bus stop early this morning to head out to my sponsor school, and since the bus that heads out that way only comes about once per hour, I caught an earlier bus up to the connector at the University so I could warm up before waiting again. In all reality, I was just excited that I was early and not (as per usual) running late.
I enjoyed my ride out here to the University, drinking my coffee and taking in the scenery... the sky was clear and the sun hadn't yet woken up the city. Sure, it was -20, but it was the nicest -20 you could ask for. I waited a patient 5 minutes at the University terminal for the connector out to the school, and watched it pull up in front of me. At the same time, I reached into my jacket pocket to grab my wallet/bus pass to make sure I was fully ready for the driver. However, my pocket was strangely empty (other than an empty pack of Excel spearmint). Frantic, I frisked myself to see if I had transferred the wallet to another pocket with no success. And I didn't open up my bag on the bus so unless it was immediately behind me on the ground, I realized that it must have fallen out of my pocket and was sitting in the seat I just left a few minutes before.
Shamefully, I still walked onto the bus and told my story to the driver heading out to my sponsor school. Luckily, he's driven me on a number of occasions and other than laughing at me, he had no problem getting on the radio to contact the driver that was running back into the city with my goods. After the story was told yet again, the first driver pulled the bus over, found my wallet, and said that he would be back at the University at 8:45 and that he would hold it for me if I wanted to pick it up there. Shame, shame, T.M.
If this was another day, I probably wouldn't have been worried. But I'm supposed to be meeting one of my Term 2 sponsor teachers at the school at 9am, and I won't even get out there until the bus that stole my wallet comes back and I catch yet another connector up the road!
When things like this happen, I wonder if there's a puppet master out there pulling my strings just so other people can laugh at me. Maybe that puppet master is my own daftness. I'm not sure. What I do know is that I feel like an idiot like this somewhat regularly. Oh well, if not me than someone else, right? Well, maybe not.
- T.M.
So here's the reason why I say I'm a bonehead...
I arrived at the bus stop early this morning to head out to my sponsor school, and since the bus that heads out that way only comes about once per hour, I caught an earlier bus up to the connector at the University so I could warm up before waiting again. In all reality, I was just excited that I was early and not (as per usual) running late.
I enjoyed my ride out here to the University, drinking my coffee and taking in the scenery... the sky was clear and the sun hadn't yet woken up the city. Sure, it was -20, but it was the nicest -20 you could ask for. I waited a patient 5 minutes at the University terminal for the connector out to the school, and watched it pull up in front of me. At the same time, I reached into my jacket pocket to grab my wallet/bus pass to make sure I was fully ready for the driver. However, my pocket was strangely empty (other than an empty pack of Excel spearmint). Frantic, I frisked myself to see if I had transferred the wallet to another pocket with no success. And I didn't open up my bag on the bus so unless it was immediately behind me on the ground, I realized that it must have fallen out of my pocket and was sitting in the seat I just left a few minutes before.
Shamefully, I still walked onto the bus and told my story to the driver heading out to my sponsor school. Luckily, he's driven me on a number of occasions and other than laughing at me, he had no problem getting on the radio to contact the driver that was running back into the city with my goods. After the story was told yet again, the first driver pulled the bus over, found my wallet, and said that he would be back at the University at 8:45 and that he would hold it for me if I wanted to pick it up there. Shame, shame, T.M.
If this was another day, I probably wouldn't have been worried. But I'm supposed to be meeting one of my Term 2 sponsor teachers at the school at 9am, and I won't even get out there until the bus that stole my wallet comes back and I catch yet another connector up the road!
When things like this happen, I wonder if there's a puppet master out there pulling my strings just so other people can laugh at me. Maybe that puppet master is my own daftness. I'm not sure. What I do know is that I feel like an idiot like this somewhat regularly. Oh well, if not me than someone else, right? Well, maybe not.
- T.M.
Thursday, January 11, 2007
Quick One
Just thinking about my attitude of teaching and (as always) reflecting on what I'm doing and not doing and what I should be doing to become better at this thing I'm calling a career.
1) More planning. I've got to stop being so damn lazy and satisfying myself with the lame idea that I actually need to unwind for three hours in front of the t.v.
2) My attitude will effect how my students will react to my teaching. I've realized that I've made some mistakes in class when I bring a crappy attitude to my students. If I don't seem like I want to be there, they won't either. My attitude is directly related to the enthusiasm of my students.
3) Realizing that I'm no different than anyone else in this job. The more I talk to teachers, the more I realize that we're all introspective freaks for at least the first few years of the job. I just need to make sure I learn from the mistakes I make rather than dwelling on them and repeating them.
4) Have fun. High school students, to a certain extent, just need to be entertained a bit in order to go through the motions of school with any sort of positive outlook. Sure, this isn't universal, but it's definitely more prevalent than I realized. And I can't simply be selective about this... I have to distribute this through all of my classes.
That's all the insight for now.
- T
1) More planning. I've got to stop being so damn lazy and satisfying myself with the lame idea that I actually need to unwind for three hours in front of the t.v.
2) My attitude will effect how my students will react to my teaching. I've realized that I've made some mistakes in class when I bring a crappy attitude to my students. If I don't seem like I want to be there, they won't either. My attitude is directly related to the enthusiasm of my students.
3) Realizing that I'm no different than anyone else in this job. The more I talk to teachers, the more I realize that we're all introspective freaks for at least the first few years of the job. I just need to make sure I learn from the mistakes I make rather than dwelling on them and repeating them.
4) Have fun. High school students, to a certain extent, just need to be entertained a bit in order to go through the motions of school with any sort of positive outlook. Sure, this isn't universal, but it's definitely more prevalent than I realized. And I can't simply be selective about this... I have to distribute this through all of my classes.
That's all the insight for now.
- T
Sunday, January 07, 2007
Additional Links
I've been wanting to play with my template for a while, but I'm not sure I want to leave the glitzy and uber-sexy world of a black background with white and green text. Come on, admit it... you think it's sexy too.
Okay, maybe sexy is the wrong word. Maybe I'm looking for something more akin to "neat-o" or "okay". Still, I've been considering what I can do to make it more sleek and modern and, dare I say it, "cool".
In reality, the only changes I've made lately are a few additions to the links sections... I've added Mr. John Mayer's blog site, because he's a clever s-o-b and, whether you like him or not, I don't care... he's much cooler and more witty than I'll probably be, and you're in the same boat, whoever you are. Okay, maybe not all of you, but most of you for sure. If I was suddenly blessed with a glowing and attractive tenor voice and more hair and some musical talent, I'd like to be a sleek version of John Mayer. Or Dave Matthews. Damn... now I'll have to see if Dave has a blog that I can stalk from time to time in hopes of hearing more about his plans to tour the central Okanagan.
I've also added "Nature's Mighty Pictures" to the side links, which is simply fun and interesting... if I had some photography-based artistic talent, I'd like to take pictures the quality of many of the ones that find their way onto this site. Neat-O!
I'm not actually much more excited about my position as a teacher when compared with yesterday's very ominous and somewhat melancholy post, but I've just finished marking one stack of Grade 9 projects, and after staring at a good deal of mediocrity with moments of brilliance, I need to let my frontal lobe take a break before diving into grade 10 research projects which I'll have to scan for plagiarism very closely. Still have a long night ahead... but there's light at the end of the tunnel... this is the only marking I'll have to do until February! Weeee... Peace out....
- T
Okay, maybe sexy is the wrong word. Maybe I'm looking for something more akin to "neat-o" or "okay". Still, I've been considering what I can do to make it more sleek and modern and, dare I say it, "cool".
In reality, the only changes I've made lately are a few additions to the links sections... I've added Mr. John Mayer's blog site, because he's a clever s-o-b and, whether you like him or not, I don't care... he's much cooler and more witty than I'll probably be, and you're in the same boat, whoever you are. Okay, maybe not all of you, but most of you for sure. If I was suddenly blessed with a glowing and attractive tenor voice and more hair and some musical talent, I'd like to be a sleek version of John Mayer. Or Dave Matthews. Damn... now I'll have to see if Dave has a blog that I can stalk from time to time in hopes of hearing more about his plans to tour the central Okanagan.
I've also added "Nature's Mighty Pictures" to the side links, which is simply fun and interesting... if I had some photography-based artistic talent, I'd like to take pictures the quality of many of the ones that find their way onto this site. Neat-O!
I'm not actually much more excited about my position as a teacher when compared with yesterday's very ominous and somewhat melancholy post, but I've just finished marking one stack of Grade 9 projects, and after staring at a good deal of mediocrity with moments of brilliance, I need to let my frontal lobe take a break before diving into grade 10 research projects which I'll have to scan for plagiarism very closely. Still have a long night ahead... but there's light at the end of the tunnel... this is the only marking I'll have to do until February! Weeee... Peace out....
- T
Saturday, January 06, 2007
Again, with the insecurities
I'm in the process of getting ready for the next term of teaching, and I'm finding myself very pensive and nervous and battling feelings of insecurity. Part of this is probably due to the fact that I went on ratemyteachers.com and didn't really get a resounding review. And that was from a student in my English class, which I thought was the better of the two classes that I taught last term. And I never seem to be able to shake this feeling of being overwhelmed at the sheer mass of qualities and skills and expectations that go along with the job.
Like I've mentioned before, I did relatively well in my first term as far as my sponsor teachers and univeristy advisor were concerned, and everyone seemed to be happy with what I had accomplished. I'm just not sure whether it's just the nature of this job or if it's my own incessant feelings of insecurity that I keep returning to, but I feel singularly inadequate when thinking about what I'm doing in the classroom. There are so many things I feel I need to change for term #2, but I can't even seem to pull a course outline together for this coming term! I don't even know where to begin, and I keep feeling like I've bit off more than I can chew... and anyone that knows me can vouch for the fact that I can fit a lot in this mouth.
K left for work today puzzled at my mood. I woke up and was just edgy all day. We ate a nice breakfast, watched a taped episode of "Numb3rs", hung out, went for a nice walk through the park outside our apartment, had a tasty lunch, and she headed out to work. But the whole time we were together, I was battling this nagging sensation of frustration and bitterness... not at her, but at how I've been feeling in general. I have these big ideas of what I'd love to do for teaching, but I have trouble laying down an adequate foundation for how to carry out these big ambitions. And then there's the question of where I'm going to work, and where K and I are going to settle down, and there's pressure to get back to the prairies and to get closer to our families... and I don't even know if I'm up to what this job expects of me. Some of my friends and family have mentioned that I'm going to be a great teacher, or that I have the perfect personality for a teacher. I don't even really think that I'm sold on this. But even if I was, the personality is only one piece to a complicated puzzle. Some of my character flaws have come through in the classroom, and I hate the fact that I think and rethink things I've said or done to the point where I obsess over my mistakes. I can't tell you how many times I've realized that I'm just an obsessive over-analyzer, but this doesn't make me feel any better about much of anything.
Maybe I just need some bloody exercise. And maybe I just need to figure out a way to get over myself and deal with everything as it comes. And maybe I just need a pint of Jack Daniels and some inspiring movies to change my mood.
Wow, I guess that's enough verbal catharsis for one night. The funny thing is, I'm sure I'll be feeling radically different tomorrow. C'est la vie... ma vie.
- T
Like I've mentioned before, I did relatively well in my first term as far as my sponsor teachers and univeristy advisor were concerned, and everyone seemed to be happy with what I had accomplished. I'm just not sure whether it's just the nature of this job or if it's my own incessant feelings of insecurity that I keep returning to, but I feel singularly inadequate when thinking about what I'm doing in the classroom. There are so many things I feel I need to change for term #2, but I can't even seem to pull a course outline together for this coming term! I don't even know where to begin, and I keep feeling like I've bit off more than I can chew... and anyone that knows me can vouch for the fact that I can fit a lot in this mouth.
K left for work today puzzled at my mood. I woke up and was just edgy all day. We ate a nice breakfast, watched a taped episode of "Numb3rs", hung out, went for a nice walk through the park outside our apartment, had a tasty lunch, and she headed out to work. But the whole time we were together, I was battling this nagging sensation of frustration and bitterness... not at her, but at how I've been feeling in general. I have these big ideas of what I'd love to do for teaching, but I have trouble laying down an adequate foundation for how to carry out these big ambitions. And then there's the question of where I'm going to work, and where K and I are going to settle down, and there's pressure to get back to the prairies and to get closer to our families... and I don't even know if I'm up to what this job expects of me. Some of my friends and family have mentioned that I'm going to be a great teacher, or that I have the perfect personality for a teacher. I don't even really think that I'm sold on this. But even if I was, the personality is only one piece to a complicated puzzle. Some of my character flaws have come through in the classroom, and I hate the fact that I think and rethink things I've said or done to the point where I obsess over my mistakes. I can't tell you how many times I've realized that I'm just an obsessive over-analyzer, but this doesn't make me feel any better about much of anything.
Maybe I just need some bloody exercise. And maybe I just need to figure out a way to get over myself and deal with everything as it comes. And maybe I just need a pint of Jack Daniels and some inspiring movies to change my mood.
Wow, I guess that's enough verbal catharsis for one night. The funny thing is, I'm sure I'll be feeling radically different tomorrow. C'est la vie... ma vie.
- T
Friday, January 05, 2007
Did I tell you about the chicken?
I was driving down the street here in Kelowna in December. The roads are a bit slick, and since Christmas was swiftly approaching, people seemed more impatient and more erratic on the roads than normal. I made a few stops to pick up a few odds and ends, picked up one of K's Christmas presents very sly-like, and was heading to another location for more Christmas shopping adventures.
I was approaching a turn and a fellow driver nearly drove me off the road... he was obviously a bit more hurried than I was. Luckily, I was feeling pretty calm, and let the incident roll off my back. As I come up to the next turn, I look into the parking lot of the Canadian Tire that I was passing by, and I saw something out of place. It was as if the song, "One of these things is not like the other one... one of these things is not the same" came into my head. I slowed a bit and narrowed my eyes into a stiff squint to make sure I wasn't seeing things.
Nope, no hallucinations here. There was a damned rooster running around in the Canadian Tire parking lot!
Now, if there was a petting zoo on, it wouldn't have seemed strange. And I'm from the prairies, so it's not like I haven't seen a bloody rooster before. Hell, even if it were in the parking lot of Safeway or Costco, I probably would've laughed and thought, "Wow, at least you know they carry some fresh poultry!" But Canadian Tire isn't exactly the place you go for tasty fruits and fresh-from-the-butcher meats.
The strangest thing was that there were absolutely no people around! It was as if this rooster departed the Greyhound after an overnight from Cranbrook and said, "Hmmm... looks like my destination", hopped off and decided he needed some power tools or a new crock pot. He probably left after realizing that he didn't have the necessary opposable thumbs to create a wonderful stew or to frame a house.
After seeing this very out of place creature, I did the first thing to cross my mind... I called one of my fellow interns who has a true appreciation for random events. The message was a bit redundant, and featured me yelling (repeatedly) into the receiver, "I just saw a frickin' rooster in the Canadian Tire parking lot! A bloody rooster! What the hell is a rooster doing in the Canadian Tire parking lot?!?"
And then I almost plowed into another holiday shopper because I was a little distracted. Moral of the story? Don't indulge in your amazement at out of place poultry when driving a hatchback.
- T
I was approaching a turn and a fellow driver nearly drove me off the road... he was obviously a bit more hurried than I was. Luckily, I was feeling pretty calm, and let the incident roll off my back. As I come up to the next turn, I look into the parking lot of the Canadian Tire that I was passing by, and I saw something out of place. It was as if the song, "One of these things is not like the other one... one of these things is not the same" came into my head. I slowed a bit and narrowed my eyes into a stiff squint to make sure I wasn't seeing things.
Nope, no hallucinations here. There was a damned rooster running around in the Canadian Tire parking lot!
Now, if there was a petting zoo on, it wouldn't have seemed strange. And I'm from the prairies, so it's not like I haven't seen a bloody rooster before. Hell, even if it were in the parking lot of Safeway or Costco, I probably would've laughed and thought, "Wow, at least you know they carry some fresh poultry!" But Canadian Tire isn't exactly the place you go for tasty fruits and fresh-from-the-butcher meats.
The strangest thing was that there were absolutely no people around! It was as if this rooster departed the Greyhound after an overnight from Cranbrook and said, "Hmmm... looks like my destination", hopped off and decided he needed some power tools or a new crock pot. He probably left after realizing that he didn't have the necessary opposable thumbs to create a wonderful stew or to frame a house.
After seeing this very out of place creature, I did the first thing to cross my mind... I called one of my fellow interns who has a true appreciation for random events. The message was a bit redundant, and featured me yelling (repeatedly) into the receiver, "I just saw a frickin' rooster in the Canadian Tire parking lot! A bloody rooster! What the hell is a rooster doing in the Canadian Tire parking lot?!?"
And then I almost plowed into another holiday shopper because I was a little distracted. Moral of the story? Don't indulge in your amazement at out of place poultry when driving a hatchback.
- T
Tuesday, January 02, 2007
And just because Cibi did it...
I'll do the same... here are the titles and first sentences from the first post of each month since I've been blogging... cheesy, I'm sure, but here ya go... a little blogging Nostalgia for everyone! I think Cibi actually put only the first line, but my need for complete sentences will override this expectation...
First post of April, 2006 (my first post ever):
Dear diary, I met the nicest girl...
Okay, maybe this isn't so much a private diary with stars on the cover where I muse on the juvenile influences of eighth grade.
May 3rd, 2006:
Getting screwed...
Another warning... work rant... only for those who care about how pissed off I am...
June 11th, 2006:
My life isn't really that interesting...
It's definitely been a couple weeks since the last posting.
July 5th, 2006:
A world of similarities...
I've been thinking a good deal lately about the differences among people, and the relationship of our identities in contrast to the identities of others.
August 4th, 2006:
Sometimes you start to lose hope in the media
Okay, I guess it may be more than sometimes.
September 1st, 2006:
Goodbye home, hello home
It's the same area code.
October 12th, 2006:
Fatigue, Stress, and anxiety... I love this job...
Did the title come off as sarcastic?
November 2nd, 2006:
And the season comes to an end...
Our volleyball team finished the final game of their season last night.
December 4th, 2006:
Entry 60... T.M.'s Guide to a Great Internship
Three more weeks to go! Weeeeeeee!
That's all, folks.
- T
First post of April, 2006 (my first post ever):
Dear diary, I met the nicest girl...
Okay, maybe this isn't so much a private diary with stars on the cover where I muse on the juvenile influences of eighth grade.
May 3rd, 2006:
Getting screwed...
Another warning... work rant... only for those who care about how pissed off I am...
June 11th, 2006:
My life isn't really that interesting...
It's definitely been a couple weeks since the last posting.
July 5th, 2006:
A world of similarities...
I've been thinking a good deal lately about the differences among people, and the relationship of our identities in contrast to the identities of others.
August 4th, 2006:
Sometimes you start to lose hope in the media
Okay, I guess it may be more than sometimes.
September 1st, 2006:
Goodbye home, hello home
It's the same area code.
October 12th, 2006:
Fatigue, Stress, and anxiety... I love this job...
Did the title come off as sarcastic?
November 2nd, 2006:
And the season comes to an end...
Our volleyball team finished the final game of their season last night.
December 4th, 2006:
Entry 60... T.M.'s Guide to a Great Internship
Three more weeks to go! Weeeeeeee!
That's all, folks.
- T
New Year's Resolutions and the like
I don't actually have any New Years Resolutions. And I've never really been interested in making them either. I appreciate the sentiment of grandiose declarations of change and improvement in one's life, but I'm highly suspicious as to why these changes don't happen at other times. Why not March 22nd? I'm sure it would be as good as any other day.
Okay, maybe this is a bit cynical. I know we all have good intentions to change something about ourselves when we get reflective, but it seems that a simple change of calendar year is just as arbitrary a holiday as anything else. Funny how this calendar thing affects us. Rather than indulge in this "I'm going to be a different person" thing for 2007, I'll look back on some of the more momentous things that took place in 2006 in the year of me...
10 "Big Things" that have happened in the past year:
1) Graduating with my University degree (my first one, anyway).
2) Having my 1 year marriage anniversary and my 5 year overall anniversary with K
3) Getting into the Internship program for teaching
4) Finishing my summer classes and my Term 1 practicum successfully
5) Selling "Grimace", my beloved purple Sunbird that gave me many memories and many times where I needed extra strength antacids for the stress that bloody purple beast gave me
6) Embracing the fact that my hair is not going to become any more plentiful, and shaving it down to stubble
7) Organizing an enjoyable and successful pub crawl for my fellow Interns at the end of the summer (I don't get out much, so this was a big deal!)
8) Working as a Trainer for College Pro in Calgary for a month... I'd never actually been contacted for a job I didn't apply for, and had never been flown out to a place for a job. Although I didn't make my million, it was thoroughly enjoyable.
9) Coached my first volleyball team... though not exactly successful in the W/L department, it was fun all the same
10) Heard about my first close friend to have a baby. Again, Congrats Mr. T, and Mrs. T as well!
These aren't really in order, but it pretty much recaps the big events of 2006. I've been filling out applications today for my acceptance into the BCCT, and on almost every sheet, I've had to scratch out "Jan. 2nd, 2006" and edit the year to read "2007". Although a big cliched, the year has flown by, and I guess we look forward to the next! I'll try to add some new pictures to the "My Pictures" section soon as a tribute to the year.
Bonne Annee, mes amis.
- T
Okay, maybe this is a bit cynical. I know we all have good intentions to change something about ourselves when we get reflective, but it seems that a simple change of calendar year is just as arbitrary a holiday as anything else. Funny how this calendar thing affects us. Rather than indulge in this "I'm going to be a different person" thing for 2007, I'll look back on some of the more momentous things that took place in 2006 in the year of me...
10 "Big Things" that have happened in the past year:
1) Graduating with my University degree (my first one, anyway).
2) Having my 1 year marriage anniversary and my 5 year overall anniversary with K
3) Getting into the Internship program for teaching
4) Finishing my summer classes and my Term 1 practicum successfully
5) Selling "Grimace", my beloved purple Sunbird that gave me many memories and many times where I needed extra strength antacids for the stress that bloody purple beast gave me
6) Embracing the fact that my hair is not going to become any more plentiful, and shaving it down to stubble
7) Organizing an enjoyable and successful pub crawl for my fellow Interns at the end of the summer (I don't get out much, so this was a big deal!)
8) Working as a Trainer for College Pro in Calgary for a month... I'd never actually been contacted for a job I didn't apply for, and had never been flown out to a place for a job. Although I didn't make my million, it was thoroughly enjoyable.
9) Coached my first volleyball team... though not exactly successful in the W/L department, it was fun all the same
10) Heard about my first close friend to have a baby. Again, Congrats Mr. T, and Mrs. T as well!
These aren't really in order, but it pretty much recaps the big events of 2006. I've been filling out applications today for my acceptance into the BCCT, and on almost every sheet, I've had to scratch out "Jan. 2nd, 2006" and edit the year to read "2007". Although a big cliched, the year has flown by, and I guess we look forward to the next! I'll try to add some new pictures to the "My Pictures" section soon as a tribute to the year.
Bonne Annee, mes amis.
- T
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
Stuck in the wonderful Rockies...
And not just the Rockies, but the glorious town of Golden, B.C. It's actually beautiful here... the snow is slowly falling outside, everything is wearing a charming white blanket, and the town is nearly silent.
It doesn't change the fact that we're kinda-sorta stranded here until tomorrow. The roads are miserable and slippery, drivers are morons, and I'm a bit of an anxious guy when the roads are remotely terrible. Other than K's anxiety about missing work tomorrow, I think we're both in good spirits. We just returned from a quiet dinner, and our hotel room is clean, warm and has free internet. Really, things could be much worse. And I've been battling a cold for the past 2 days, so I'm glad for the rest from the road. When it takes you 4.5 hours to drive a distance that should only take 3 hours, I get a little bit stressed out.
Still, the holidays were enjoyable, except that they were far too short. We spent less than 48 hours in Lethy visiting my parents and the rest of the M family, and drove up to Airdrie to visit the in-laws for the same stint of less than 48 hours. Santa spoiled us rotten, and my big brother came up with some fantastic gifts for both K and I. Really, all the gifts were great, but J's gifts just showed a great deal of thought and sentiment, and K and I both appreciated it enormously. The worst part about these visits is that we just don't have enough time to visit with everyone. I didn't even have the chance to visit with my grandparents on my dad's side. When there's 25 people around and you only have 2 hours to see each one of them, people get missed or ignored altogether. I'm excited that next year we'll hopefully create an opportunity to see everyone for a great deal longer.
"Oh, the weather outside is frightful (actually, it's not that bad, but the roads suck)
But the [radiator] inside is delightful. (well, moderately respectable, anyway)
And since there's no place to go (except home and work)
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow (as long as it lets up and is clear driving in the morning)."
Happy holidays, all!
-T
It doesn't change the fact that we're kinda-sorta stranded here until tomorrow. The roads are miserable and slippery, drivers are morons, and I'm a bit of an anxious guy when the roads are remotely terrible. Other than K's anxiety about missing work tomorrow, I think we're both in good spirits. We just returned from a quiet dinner, and our hotel room is clean, warm and has free internet. Really, things could be much worse. And I've been battling a cold for the past 2 days, so I'm glad for the rest from the road. When it takes you 4.5 hours to drive a distance that should only take 3 hours, I get a little bit stressed out.
Still, the holidays were enjoyable, except that they were far too short. We spent less than 48 hours in Lethy visiting my parents and the rest of the M family, and drove up to Airdrie to visit the in-laws for the same stint of less than 48 hours. Santa spoiled us rotten, and my big brother came up with some fantastic gifts for both K and I. Really, all the gifts were great, but J's gifts just showed a great deal of thought and sentiment, and K and I both appreciated it enormously. The worst part about these visits is that we just don't have enough time to visit with everyone. I didn't even have the chance to visit with my grandparents on my dad's side. When there's 25 people around and you only have 2 hours to see each one of them, people get missed or ignored altogether. I'm excited that next year we'll hopefully create an opportunity to see everyone for a great deal longer.
"Oh, the weather outside is frightful (actually, it's not that bad, but the roads suck)
But the [radiator] inside is delightful. (well, moderately respectable, anyway)
And since there's no place to go (except home and work)
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow (as long as it lets up and is clear driving in the morning)."
Happy holidays, all!
-T
Friday, December 22, 2006
Mixed emotions on the final day before holidays
I woke up this morning tired as hell. I haven't slept a tonne lately, and I got to bed later than I was hoping last night. There's so much to do before going back home for Christmas that it seems like we're always puttering until we're well past the need for sleep.
But I walked into the school this morning with mixed feelings. I'm really excited that I don't have much to do for today, and that I'm on holidays as of 3:19pm this afternoon. I have some small tokens of appreciation for my sponsor teachers, and I brought some cookies for the staff. But I'm getting kinda sad... I don't teach any of these kids again after today, and even though a number of them have pushed my buttons and provided a very good foundation for many decades of ulcers, I really enjoy coming here in the morning. I really like getting to know the students and trying to get them interested in what I'm teaching. I try to make fun of myself enough so that they can feel at ease. And I did get to know a few of them really well, and it definitely sucks that I have to say goodbye to teaching them. I know I'll see them in the new year, since I'm around until June, but unless I get a job here, I won't teach them again. And 99% of them are students I want to teach again.
Not to mention it's Christmas, and since I moved away from home, I become really sentimental when Christmas time comes around. I become a bit of a blubbering idiot when I go back and see my families. I'm a pretty independent guy and really like doing my own thing, but I'm still close with my whole family, and sometimes it's hard being a 9 hour drive away. It's even harder when you're a ferry trip AND a 13 hour drive away.
Last night Kerrie and I also exchanged gifts, and she bought us a little resort getaway for March over Spring Break, which I'm really excited for. Those have always been my favorite gifts... nice meals at a nice restaurant, nights away at a resort, or just excuses to relax in general. We rarely ever get a chance to take the opportunities, so when they come along, I appreciate them so much more.
I hope I'll have a chance to update again before Christmas, but if I don't, I hope the 10 people who read this have a wonderful Christmas and a safe holiday season. Take care! Until again, my friends...
-T
But I walked into the school this morning with mixed feelings. I'm really excited that I don't have much to do for today, and that I'm on holidays as of 3:19pm this afternoon. I have some small tokens of appreciation for my sponsor teachers, and I brought some cookies for the staff. But I'm getting kinda sad... I don't teach any of these kids again after today, and even though a number of them have pushed my buttons and provided a very good foundation for many decades of ulcers, I really enjoy coming here in the morning. I really like getting to know the students and trying to get them interested in what I'm teaching. I try to make fun of myself enough so that they can feel at ease. And I did get to know a few of them really well, and it definitely sucks that I have to say goodbye to teaching them. I know I'll see them in the new year, since I'm around until June, but unless I get a job here, I won't teach them again. And 99% of them are students I want to teach again.
Not to mention it's Christmas, and since I moved away from home, I become really sentimental when Christmas time comes around. I become a bit of a blubbering idiot when I go back and see my families. I'm a pretty independent guy and really like doing my own thing, but I'm still close with my whole family, and sometimes it's hard being a 9 hour drive away. It's even harder when you're a ferry trip AND a 13 hour drive away.
Last night Kerrie and I also exchanged gifts, and she bought us a little resort getaway for March over Spring Break, which I'm really excited for. Those have always been my favorite gifts... nice meals at a nice restaurant, nights away at a resort, or just excuses to relax in general. We rarely ever get a chance to take the opportunities, so when they come along, I appreciate them so much more.
I hope I'll have a chance to update again before Christmas, but if I don't, I hope the 10 people who read this have a wonderful Christmas and a safe holiday season. Take care! Until again, my friends...
-T
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
I think I'll get to sleep on Sunday
Lately I haven't been sleeping well. Particularly last night, I think the rush and stress related to this last push before Christmas holidays has made me restless and actually caused quite a mediocre day for me in the mood department. If you look at the day's events, it would've seemed like a wonderful day. But I simply couldn't enjoy it, even though I tried. I arrived on time, starting working first thing in the morning, and I didn't have to teach. I had a chance to hang out for lunch with some of the other teachers, had a good chat with one of my fellow interns, received a free dinner during our staff meeting, got some stuff done at the house, and was sleeping before 11pm. Seems successful, no? But I was feeling this miserable anxiety through almost the whole day, and I couldn't shake it. I really questioned the success of my first term, and was frustrated with the progress in my SS class, since they weren't nearly as far as I think they should have been. I felt cynical and bitter and didn't really have any plausible reason for it.
But, today is a new day. And I brought cookies.
On the bright side, Christmas holidays start on Friday afternoon at approximately 2pm. I'm giving a test in the first half of the afternoon class, and we have a school-wide assembly after that at 2pm, so I'll officially be done with the teaching thing when the assembly starts. And then it's back to Alberta on Saturday! I'm really excited, and it sounds like I'll be able to sleep in and be lazy for a good part of Sunday. It's gonna be blissful.
And just a plug for a Canadian musician... if you haven't heard Sarah McLachlan's new Christmas album, you should... I thought it was wonderful. I had dinner over at one of my sponsor teacher's houses two nights ago and they had it playing in the background. It's sombre, but it's beautiful music.
- T
But, today is a new day. And I brought cookies.
On the bright side, Christmas holidays start on Friday afternoon at approximately 2pm. I'm giving a test in the first half of the afternoon class, and we have a school-wide assembly after that at 2pm, so I'll officially be done with the teaching thing when the assembly starts. And then it's back to Alberta on Saturday! I'm really excited, and it sounds like I'll be able to sleep in and be lazy for a good part of Sunday. It's gonna be blissful.
And just a plug for a Canadian musician... if you haven't heard Sarah McLachlan's new Christmas album, you should... I thought it was wonderful. I had dinner over at one of my sponsor teacher's houses two nights ago and they had it playing in the background. It's sombre, but it's beautiful music.
- T
Sunday, December 17, 2006
Reflections in the wake of tragedy
An acquaintance of mine just had her father pass away from a hard battle with lung cancer. Every time I hear of such a tragedy, I seem to really reconsider my priorities in life. I think it's sad that it takes such a tragedy for me to take stock in what's really important in life. I like to think I have my priorities straight, but in times like these, I really do not think I do.
One thing it does... it definitely makes me thankful that I'm able to go back to Alberta next weekend to see my family.
"Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted"... I can only hope that this is true. If you ever read this, Teak, my thoughts (and K's) are with you. Take care.
- T
One thing it does... it definitely makes me thankful that I'm able to go back to Alberta next weekend to see my family.
"Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted"... I can only hope that this is true. If you ever read this, Teak, my thoughts (and K's) are with you. Take care.
- T
Friday, December 15, 2006
Homeward Bound in 8 days and my teaching philosophy
It's true, I'm still counting down the days. Obviously, this means I might be a bit excited about getting back to the 4-0-3 to visit the families over the holidays. Unfortunately (as always), K and I are only able to go back for about four days due to K needing to work and pay the bills, but it's still going to be nice to be able to see everyone. It actually works out really well considering the limited amount of time we get to visit, since I'll be able to see pretty much all the relatives in one fell swoop back in Lethy, and we'll be able to do the same in Airdrie immediately thereafter.
Part of the excitement is related to the fact that I get some time off from school, which is going to be thoroughly enjoyable. I love being here, but it's a job that you take with you wherever you go, so there's really not much for actual "days off". This is particularly true since we have education classes on top of our teaching. Still, I'm not complaining... other than the mediocre pay, I think I may have stumbled into the perfect job for me. There's holidays, and I get to stand up in front of groups of people and talk as much as I want. Really, for anyone who knows me at all, this is something positive. I may or may not be a bit notorious for being long-winded (and completely full of it).
I've also stumbled across some early ideas about what my teaching philosophy is going to look like, so if you're even the slightest bit interested, you can go here and read about my thoughts about this whole teaching thing. Ciao, all...
- T
P.S. Happy Birthday, Mom!
Part of the excitement is related to the fact that I get some time off from school, which is going to be thoroughly enjoyable. I love being here, but it's a job that you take with you wherever you go, so there's really not much for actual "days off". This is particularly true since we have education classes on top of our teaching. Still, I'm not complaining... other than the mediocre pay, I think I may have stumbled into the perfect job for me. There's holidays, and I get to stand up in front of groups of people and talk as much as I want. Really, for anyone who knows me at all, this is something positive. I may or may not be a bit notorious for being long-winded (and completely full of it).
I've also stumbled across some early ideas about what my teaching philosophy is going to look like, so if you're even the slightest bit interested, you can go here and read about my thoughts about this whole teaching thing. Ciao, all...
- T
P.S. Happy Birthday, Mom!
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
A new favorite
I've been denying for years that I actually enjoy country music. I always found that there were too many songs about hound dogs and riding horses and the joy and bliss of being a redneck. But I'm going to let out a secret... I don't even mind a lot of country music. And you could even say that I really like a bit of it. Possibly. Maybe.
A few weeks ago I asked a question in my Social Studies class: Is politics personal? Some of the students were a bit confused about what I meant by this, so I contextualized it a bit more and asked the question again: Is politics personal? I received a variety of reponses, some yes and some no... some fence-sitters as well (not surprisingly). But responses nonetheless.
I then played "Not Ready to Make Nice" by the Dixie Chicks. For anyone who knows the song and the recent events related to the band, you know about the controversy over the lead singer's comments about Bush on the eve of the invasion of Iraq. She publicly criticised Bush and his decision to invade Iraq while on stage in London, England, saying:
"... we're ashamed the President of the United States is from Texas."
Considering the political position of many (but not all) country music lovers in the U.S. (being of the right-wing conservative stream), this didn't exactly go over very well. Radio stations across the U.S. killed their airplay, and people started boycotting them, their concerts, and their music. They received threats, and nasty letters, and were mocked by other people in country music. This is also the time when patriotic symbolism in country music videos went through the roof. But "The Chicks" definitely ran into difficulties. This is where the song comes in.
After playing the song and reading off the lyrics to the class, I asked the question again: Is politics personal? There was still a variety of answers, but they had definitely changed. Most of the students had no idea this was going on at all. So we talked about it a little more, and discussed the nature of our rights to free speech, rights of consumerism and to buy what we want, and the right to personal safety. The conversation took on a whole
This is a long story that explains how I do actually enjoy some country music, and I've had the Dixie Chicks in my IPod for weeks now. I listen to "Not Ready to Make Nice" often. It's unbelievably scary to think about the extremes of personal conviction and the fear that some people need to instill in others in order to keep opinions from being shared. You see it in a variety of situations, but you don't often hear it as publicly.
I've actually always enjoyed some country, and even though I kicked up a fuss about it at home when my mom played it daily, I really don't minda lot of it. I've even attended some country shows (not that I had to pay money for them, but I still went). Does this mean I've got a pair of designer Wranglers on order and that I'm getting fitted for my Stetson next week? Not so much... I'd still take some good Kanye West over Toby Keith any day... but once in a while, Toby Keith may not be so bad.
- T
Oh yeah, I only have 4 more full days of teaching before Christmas holidays... weeeeee!
A few weeks ago I asked a question in my Social Studies class: Is politics personal? Some of the students were a bit confused about what I meant by this, so I contextualized it a bit more and asked the question again: Is politics personal? I received a variety of reponses, some yes and some no... some fence-sitters as well (not surprisingly). But responses nonetheless.
I then played "Not Ready to Make Nice" by the Dixie Chicks. For anyone who knows the song and the recent events related to the band, you know about the controversy over the lead singer's comments about Bush on the eve of the invasion of Iraq. She publicly criticised Bush and his decision to invade Iraq while on stage in London, England, saying:
"... we're ashamed the President of the United States is from Texas."
Considering the political position of many (but not all) country music lovers in the U.S. (being of the right-wing conservative stream), this didn't exactly go over very well. Radio stations across the U.S. killed their airplay, and people started boycotting them, their concerts, and their music. They received threats, and nasty letters, and were mocked by other people in country music. This is also the time when patriotic symbolism in country music videos went through the roof. But "The Chicks" definitely ran into difficulties. This is where the song comes in.
After playing the song and reading off the lyrics to the class, I asked the question again: Is politics personal? There was still a variety of answers, but they had definitely changed. Most of the students had no idea this was going on at all. So we talked about it a little more, and discussed the nature of our rights to free speech, rights of consumerism and to buy what we want, and the right to personal safety. The conversation took on a whole
This is a long story that explains how I do actually enjoy some country music, and I've had the Dixie Chicks in my IPod for weeks now. I listen to "Not Ready to Make Nice" often. It's unbelievably scary to think about the extremes of personal conviction and the fear that some people need to instill in others in order to keep opinions from being shared. You see it in a variety of situations, but you don't often hear it as publicly.
I've actually always enjoyed some country, and even though I kicked up a fuss about it at home when my mom played it daily, I really don't minda lot of it. I've even attended some country shows (not that I had to pay money for them, but I still went). Does this mean I've got a pair of designer Wranglers on order and that I'm getting fitted for my Stetson next week? Not so much... I'd still take some good Kanye West over Toby Keith any day... but once in a while, Toby Keith may not be so bad.
- T
Oh yeah, I only have 4 more full days of teaching before Christmas holidays... weeeeee!
Saturday, December 09, 2006
Do I count down the days?
I guess I do.
So, I really only have 5 more teaching days before the end of my teaching term. The way my schedule works is that I teach all day for one day, and the next day I have a full day of prep time. It seems like it would be glorious, but when you're not the hyper-organized, goal-setting, "I'm going to spend 3.57 hours on this activity before spending 1.32 hours on this activity" kind of guy, the whole-day prep is never as productive as it should be, even when I feel like I've worked extermely hard the whole time.
But, oh joy, oh bliss, it's the weekend. This week was extremely long, and when you teach grade 10's on Friday afternoon from 12:30-3:30, it's kinda hard to keep their attention, especially in a computer lab when they're doing research for their research projects. Thus, the frustration. I literally went into the office yesterday and did the biggest jumping heel click in the world... you know, the type you used to see in old musicals when young men receive a smooch on the cheek from the bird they've been chasing? Yuppers, that was me. The girls in the office got a kick out of it, but the head of our science department, who was standing close by, asked, "Does this mean that you don't like teaching, Mr. M?" I responded by saying, "Absolutely not, Mr. P! I LOVE teaching... It just means that I like Friday's MORE!" I thought this was clever, but he looked at me with this suspicious, "I don't know about you, Mr. M" sort of look. Oh well, can't please 'em all! :)
But I've officially received all of my Term 1 Summative Reports for this practicum, and the reviews were all pretty much top-notch. All my sponsors are generally happy with what I'm doing, and with a really good Term 1 report from all of them (1 Uni advisor and 2 sponsor teachers), I can start applying for jobs as of February if I want. Whether I do or not is a totally different story, but it's nice to know that I'm doing well enough to have the option. And every day I'm able to come home and know that I really like the kids I teach. I had a great tutorial after school with a bunch of the keeners in my class on Wednesday, and after getting creative with my test-writing to make it a little more entertaining, I received a good response from the Socials class that, in reality, could've gone really awry if I didn't try to provide some comic relief once in a while.
Although this isn't where I'm going to make my million, I've been really happy with how everything's gone (stress and all)... this is also easy to say now that I'm nearly done this term. The story may not be the same come April when I have 3 new sponsor teachers PLUS my Uni advisor. Only five more days... five more days... five more days.... :)
- T
So, I really only have 5 more teaching days before the end of my teaching term. The way my schedule works is that I teach all day for one day, and the next day I have a full day of prep time. It seems like it would be glorious, but when you're not the hyper-organized, goal-setting, "I'm going to spend 3.57 hours on this activity before spending 1.32 hours on this activity" kind of guy, the whole-day prep is never as productive as it should be, even when I feel like I've worked extermely hard the whole time.
But, oh joy, oh bliss, it's the weekend. This week was extremely long, and when you teach grade 10's on Friday afternoon from 12:30-3:30, it's kinda hard to keep their attention, especially in a computer lab when they're doing research for their research projects. Thus, the frustration. I literally went into the office yesterday and did the biggest jumping heel click in the world... you know, the type you used to see in old musicals when young men receive a smooch on the cheek from the bird they've been chasing? Yuppers, that was me. The girls in the office got a kick out of it, but the head of our science department, who was standing close by, asked, "Does this mean that you don't like teaching, Mr. M?" I responded by saying, "Absolutely not, Mr. P! I LOVE teaching... It just means that I like Friday's MORE!" I thought this was clever, but he looked at me with this suspicious, "I don't know about you, Mr. M" sort of look. Oh well, can't please 'em all! :)
But I've officially received all of my Term 1 Summative Reports for this practicum, and the reviews were all pretty much top-notch. All my sponsors are generally happy with what I'm doing, and with a really good Term 1 report from all of them (1 Uni advisor and 2 sponsor teachers), I can start applying for jobs as of February if I want. Whether I do or not is a totally different story, but it's nice to know that I'm doing well enough to have the option. And every day I'm able to come home and know that I really like the kids I teach. I had a great tutorial after school with a bunch of the keeners in my class on Wednesday, and after getting creative with my test-writing to make it a little more entertaining, I received a good response from the Socials class that, in reality, could've gone really awry if I didn't try to provide some comic relief once in a while.
Although this isn't where I'm going to make my million, I've been really happy with how everything's gone (stress and all)... this is also easy to say now that I'm nearly done this term. The story may not be the same come April when I have 3 new sponsor teachers PLUS my Uni advisor. Only five more days... five more days... five more days.... :)
- T
Thursday, December 07, 2006
Defining "irony" on my Wednesday night
After getting a bit of work done and having what seemed like the longest day ever, I sat down with K to watch some TV. We watched "The Biggest Loser", which is a reality TV competition profiling people on a ranch who attempt to lose the most weight every week in order to change their lives. The winner is "The Biggest Loser". I actually really enjoy watching it, just because I feel like I should work out, and by watching the show, I may soak up some motivation through osmosis.
Here's the irony...
During one commerical break, I went on the internet and typed in my information to figure out my BMI (Body Mass Index)... for a 24 year old guy who is 5'10" (like myself), my BMI should be 24. My actual BMI? 24.1. WEEEEEEEEEEE!
During the next commercial break, I walk into the kitchen, take out a bowl and a spoon, and fix myself a massive bowl of vanilla ice cream with chocolate sauce, along with a big glass of milk, then return to the living room to finish watching these people damn-near die in order to prevent dying from obesity. Hmmm... I'm not sure I'm making great connections here. Oh well, the ice cream was TASTY! :)
- T
Here's the irony...
During one commerical break, I went on the internet and typed in my information to figure out my BMI (Body Mass Index)... for a 24 year old guy who is 5'10" (like myself), my BMI should be 24. My actual BMI? 24.1. WEEEEEEEEEEE!
During the next commercial break, I walk into the kitchen, take out a bowl and a spoon, and fix myself a massive bowl of vanilla ice cream with chocolate sauce, along with a big glass of milk, then return to the living room to finish watching these people damn-near die in order to prevent dying from obesity. Hmmm... I'm not sure I'm making great connections here. Oh well, the ice cream was TASTY! :)
- T
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