I'm Trying

I want to contribute to this wacko world of ours somehow, so I've created yet another blog. This blog is my third. The newbie is my fourth. I'm going to do my best to keep that blog as much about school and education--and as little about me--as possible. We'll see.

Keeping the faith

I believe I'll find a job. I just wish I knew when and where.

Argh!

Sometimes I wish life was a little more predictable.

Jah Bless

Or should I say "jobless". I'm unemployed right now. I wasn't fired. Rather, my students' time with me ended.

I'm scared and excited all at once. Excited, because I have faith and I believe that I will be able to move on to an excellent job. Scared, because I don't have a definite option in my future.

Hey Nostradamus!

It's my first Douglas Coupland novel. Troubling, but so far, fabulous.

The Trouble With William Hung

Something has always bothered me about his new-found fame...

Think about it.

Taken from the Council for Spiritual and Ethical Education web page:

"My country is the world, and my religion is to do good."

— Thomas Paine, The Rights of Man, 1792

On my mind.

Here's one of the posts I'd alluded to regarding all that's wrong with our world.

Terrorism and political scandals aside...

There's been a disturbing spate of missing children in the Toronto area.

Last year Cecilia Zhang went missing. The weekend before last, her body was found. Last Tuesday would have been her tenth birthday. This previous Saturday, a public memorial service was held in her honor.

Rene Charlebois' body was recently found as well. Yet the level of media coverage his story was given is stated most succinctly in a quote from this article in the Toronto Star:

"Rene was dead before most of us knew he was missing" (emphasis added)

It's terrible, but all too true. I never knew he was missing. And I like to think I manage to keep on top of these sorts of cases. If Rene was mentioned at all before his body was found, he wasn't mentioned frequently.

I have cried many times over Cecilia. However the unbalanced coverage of her and Rene's cases has me wondering: What's wrong with the media? Why is one child more newsworthy than another? In both cases, broken families and shattered lives were left behind.

Lightening Strikes *Twice*

Well.

I just got home. Picked up the mail. I nearly died of joy.

I've been officially admitted to my FIRST CHOICE for Teachers College.

Enemies...Don't hate me because I'm happy. :p ;)

Friends...Congratulate me later. ;)

I'm IN!

You know, there are more than enough things in this world that drive me crazy, and make me angry, upset, etc.

Rather than rant passionately about those things right now, I'll spend a few secs talking about Teachers' College.

Forget all that crap I wrote the other day about not giving a #$*% about getting in.

I've gone through many peaks and valleys while waiting to hear what various schools had to say. I received my first reply in the mail yesterday. A certain school sent me more than a mere "No thank you." I was given the big boot. I was absolutely, positively, you'll-never-get-in-here-so-don't-even-try-it rejected. And though I thought I wouldn't give a damn, I did. First I pouted. Then I went grocery shopping. I ate all but a sliver of a medium-sized pizza in less than 15 minutes. Thankfully, my metabolism is fast enough to keep my body in check.

Today I said a prayer as I walked home. I figured I couldn't take it if I received yet another rejection. I figured God could at least give me a weekend to feel good about myself. But I knew the schools had to send me something. And as I drew closer to the house, I started to frown. The mailbox was ajar. Clearly our mailman had been there. The lid on our box doesn't just flop down after someone opens it. Although it`s a new box, the lid is stiff and stubborn. I knew someone had come by. But lo, nothing was poking out. Needless to say, I steeled myself. I reviewed the typical mail-recipient's logic:

You know the deal--small envelopes are easily hidden in the confines of your mailbox. They often contain useless things, like bills and rejection letters.

Large envelopes containing things like catalogues and university acceptance packages can't be contained in a regular box. They poke out, often hanging over the box's rim.

Needless to say, I let out a heavy sigh as I approached my mailbox. But I looked in and found...A HUGE envelope. I've been accepted at at least one school! :) It's raining outside and...My mailman didn't want the danged thing to get wet.

Ya gotta love those mailmen! :)

Will let y'all know how the rest goes...