I hope you take a piece of me with you someday...

By 3:06 PM
There comes a point in time where you have to learn to make a decision for yourself. You can't hide behind your fears, convenient appliances, or anything because it's like being a sitting duck in a recently mowed open field. It's idiotic to run, or walk away.

The only real option is to decide. How hard could it be to make a decision? Is it just me, or do these important decision making whoppers just happen along when you least expect it, or least desire it... catching you wholly unprepared and left with no choice but to make an immediate decision.

I shall flip a coin.

Heads...
Tails...

***

Ok the phone rang.

Forget the coin, I'm getting visitors.

***

Here I am... take me.
It's easier to give in...
Some people mistake me,
They only hear what they want to hear...
If you're losing sleep,
Forgive me.
I just can't keep pretending...

And it's only,
Empty handed.
With a childish grin...
-Michelle Branch "Empty Handed"


Shelli out,
Ciao.
*big grin*

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Now playing: Alice Smith - Dream
via FoxyTunes

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And yet again I wonder... what I'm doing in this city?

By 7:13 PM , , , , ,
The sun is always in my eyes,
It crashes through the windows...

***

Shelli is tired. Tired beyond words... and tissue... and muscles... and cells... and bones... and thinking capacities... plain and simple tired.

Well perhaps that is a lie. I'm frustrated. Shelli is frustrated by predispositions which at current she can't affect a change upon or could summon the willpower to affect a change of that kind.

The world is tiring. Nothing is as truly tiring as trying to save a soul only to realize the soul must want to save itself. Flailing arms draw attention and may indicate a desire for help. However, if those flailing arms never render themselves into some sort of controlled behaviour conducive to rescue, flailing they shall forever be... shan't they?

***
Beware of the person who has nothing to lose...

“You cannot say you’ve lost a friend. If a friendship is capable of ending, it is because it never existed.”
~ Sent by Mayza Blanco Martinez

***

Classes today? Today was one of my lighter days. I spent it inside marking papers. The mundane aspects of teaching. -.-

I was planning to go to town to buy some tiles for my new pet project but... it was drizzling and I rationalized what's one more day...

***

...Visions of you on a motorcycle drive by,
The cigarette ash flies in your eyes,
and you don't mind, you smile,
And say the world doesn't fit with you.
I don't believe you, you're so serene...

-3EB 'Motorcycle driveby'

***

We learned that things change, people change, and it doesn’t mean you forget the past or try to cover it up. It simply means you move on and treasure the memories.”
-Alicia Boxer

“Beginnings are always scary, endings are usually sad, but it’s the middle that counts. You just have to give hope a chance to float up.”
-”Hope Floats”

***

This post isn't going anywhere... I shall take my exit...
I posted my "How to make a sketchbook" post as well here.
One frustrated Shelli... out

P.S. save a horse, ride a cowboy.

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Life lesson #2: What is in the dark... must come to light

By 12:04 AM , , , , , , ,
The truth it seems is something that lingers regardless of whether you want to acknowledge it's looming presence... or not. It sits quietly, patiently, waiting in the shadows cloaked in the promise of it's eventual revelation.

As the pieces fall apart, as things eventually do, all you can do is step back and watch the process. If you're on the receiving end, let the realization start to slink over your skin and grab a Sprite as your head your brain start to whir as the pieces you didn't even realize you noticed start to create the most intricate of patterns.

If the truth revealed is all on your part, to your detriment, as my students love to do, you whip out your most shocked and surprised mask and express your lack of afore-knowledge to the revelation. Or confess quickly as the pieces of your lies threaten to dissipate and lunge off the cliff of uncertainty and pray for a relatively scathe-free landing - or contact your insurance agent.

The point of all this is...

Just be honest. It works it better in the end. A good cover story is just a good cover story. It alters naught.

***

School is in it's final weeks. I'm almost, I repeat ALMOST, upset by the mere notion of teaching coming to a close for Easter vacation. My Form 3s have started being more cooperative, and thus, show promise. It was just one good class following another good class. We started doing still life with fruits. Some of the students get it. Most appear to have the most basic understanding of what they are trying to do.

I got that warm fuzzy feeling inside when I walked into the classroom and the students were bickering......... NOT because they don't want to have class. NOT because they have exams today. BUT because they wanted to arrange the desks to set up their displays quickly so they could start their work (and I like to think of it as conscious efforts on their part to maximize class time). If I could do the Fred Flintstone click my heels thing that day - I would have.

As for my English students, I'm trying to make the class more fun. I'm not sure how successful my efforts are. My students seem to participate more, and I, admittedly, am enjoying my classes a lot more. I'm changing up my techniques and trying to figure out fun ways to teach the topics. I guess that's the point of being a teacher : Trying to find new ways to teach something (potentially inherently boring) in a way that the students will learn, understand and remember.

I love my job once more.

Wait.. I should whisper that.
Don't wanna jinx it.

***

Who cut the cheese?

***

Anyways,

I'm off.
Ciao.
Shelli out.

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