Tuesday, October 9, 2007

Talking too much and partying too little


I've been kinda upset lately because I hate when I have the clear sensation of not doin' the right thing towards certain students. I am really outgoing and like those who are the same way. I can't stand shiness. If a student behaves this way, there is nothing in this world which will make me get my ideas across. How can I teach a kid how to speak in English if the person barely talks in Portuguese? How? Really, how? Sometimes I think I intimidate people who can't think or react quickly. Or maybe I intimidate people who don't seem to react at all. Sometimes I think that there are many parents who clearly don't keep communicatin' with each other about the things their own kids do at school, as either the mother or the father wants to protect their children by hiding from one another their kids' absences, or detentions, and sorts. I deal with students and parents who are not totally honest in that matter. And when I say too much, I listen to things that I don't deserve to. Something like: "you are not a good teacher because you are supposed to tell the students what they've got to do and how they've got to behave, and not the parents." Then, when I go through that, I feel that I am many times talking too much and hurting them for some reason or another. End of depressive times. Now, on the other hand, I am sorta excited. My school Halloween party is coming up and the arrangements have blown my mind in a nice way. This time, our party will be at a club, near the swimming pools, in a place built in the woods. Man, how neat! I love everything that evolves Halloween celebration: the decoration, costumes, treats, happy and scared kids, laughs, and goosebumps. I am so looking forward to seeing all my students and friends at this great event.

Conclusion...
Reader: Are you upset or excited, Laila?
Blogger: Who knows?
Reader: Is there anything else you would like to add on this post?
Blogger: There sure is. Happy birthday to you on Monday, the 15th!

Wednesday, October 3, 2007

FLORK

I've been kinda depressed because I hate when I have the clear sensation of not doin' the right thing towards certain students. I am really outgoing and like those who are the same way. I can't stand shiness. If a student behaves this way, there is nothing in this world which will make me get my ideas across. How can I teach a kid how to speak in English if the person barely talks in Portuguese. Sometimes I think I intimidate people who can't think or react quickly. Or maybe I intimidate people who don't seem to react at all. Sometimes I think that there are many parents who clearly don't keep up with good communication skills. I deal with students and parents who are not totally honest with one another. Then, when I talk to them, I feel that I am many times talking too much and hurting them for some reason or another.

I am sad to know that your cat has got mono. Did you actually mean that part:~ He is now sleeping forever ~... that was scary, I guess. I hope he's fine.

Have a blast in Saint Petersburg.
While you are there, do me a favor, would you? I used to work in a Japanese restaurant on Isla Del Sol, which is an islet in Saint Pete (on the way to Saint Pete Beach) and I have no idea if that restaurant still exists, if it does, I don't know if the owners are still the same. The restaurant was located on Sunset Boulevard, at a shopping center. It is quite easy to get there. You drive south on I-275 and get exit 4. You'll continue straight ahead down on that exit, pass Eckerd College, drive through a toll, a bridge, then you'll see the a shopping center parking lot on the right. if you can, do this huge favor to me. I'll deeply appreciate it.

Eat the worm burgers and have lotsa beer in Laila's tribute.

I have eaten a lot lately too, but not much fried stuff. I am a big eater and can't control that in me.

Keep reading my blog.
You take care and have a safe trip to Florida.

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