I’ll skip all of the reflections and chatter and get right to the songs. I’ll write more about 2013 in a few days, because that’ll be more timely. (more…)
Category: Journal
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Quiet Snows of Mariposa
I just finished my first placement. I was working at a school in Etobicoke. I would commute from this quiet little town, that I call home, to the fringes of the big smoke every morning. Incidentally, I would find myself driving back in the evenings. (more…)
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Snow Squall Warning
Far be it for any Canadian to complain about the weather. There is a “Snow Squall Warning” in effect. I had to look up what a snow squall is. (more…)
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Transitioning to Pencil Use
Becoming a teacher is an arduous process. I mean, it definitely has its rewards, but there are certain demands placed on teachers that I never realized existed until I started my practicum. Forget about all of the lesson planning (the hours spent planning lessons), and the early mornings (I’m up before 5:30 am everyday of the week, if not earlier), the shitloads of materials that I have to carry around with me (I need a rolling backpack for Christmas), and the patience required to deal with the students when you’re having an off day (the early mornings don’t help this). I have to use pencils. (more…)
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A Quick Word About My Father
I haven’t written much lately, despite having a good number of drafts waiting to be finished. My life has become busier than I ever expected it could be, and I’m treading water, desperately trying to keep afloat. Today, however, I would be remiss if I didn’t take the time to acknowledge the great man in my life – my father.
This post will be terse and incomplete, but then, how can I ever write enough about praise about the man I admire most? I’m hopeful that the future will present me with enough time to sit down and write all that I would about him.
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An Autobiography
I’ve grown accustom to taking a drive in the evenings, after my usual nap, to grab a coffee in the nearest city. The drive takes about an hour, round trip, and is a good time for me to reflect on what’s going on in my life and the rest of it. For some time now, I’ve been thinking about writing an autobiography. (more…)
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I Want to be a Beautiful Man
All of my friends are just gorgeous. I mean, they are just beautiful people. To look at them, one can’t help but wonder how so many good-looking people managed to find each other and get along so well. Why there aren’t cameras flashing everywhere they go, remains a mystery. (more…)
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Enjoying the Silence
It’s ten after seven in the evening, and I’m exhausted. I just drove thirty minutes each way to get a coffee from Starbucks, because my coffee maker has had enough for the week, and I’m still tired. I mean, I’ve been up since noon, so, really, it’s not so bad to feel tired by now. (more…)
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The Contents of My Sink
Here is what is currently in my sink:
- ten coffee mugs
- three short (highball) glasses, two used for coffee and one for juice
- one tall glass, used for coffee
- three bowls
- two spoons
- the cat’s wet food bowl
Yep, I haven’t done the dishes for a few days.
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The Death of A Matriarch
It isn’t customary to eulogize the dead in the community in which I was raised, and obituaries are never written. But, on the occasion of my grandmothers death, I will attempt to write a, albeit self-reflective, eulogy to memorialize her.
She deserves that much, doesn’t she? (more…)
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Wasting Time Thinking
I spend a lot of time thinking. In fact, I probably spend too much time thinking. From the minute I hit snooze on my alarm clock until I reset it at night, my mind is racing. There are very few moments of thoughtlessness during my waking day, if any. I’ve even started to dream more than I ever remember doing.
The issue that I’ve been facing lately is how to deal with the unproductive, or irresolute, thoughts. (more…)
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Interpersonal Distance
On Thursday night, our cohort went out together to grab a few drinks. At some point during the night, they wanted to take a photo of the group. I stepped aside, out of the picture, despite their requests for me to join them.
We ended up having a great night together, but I’ll never be in the picture that captured that night. I’ve been thinking about why I did this for the last couple of days.
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