Friday, June 25, 2010

... and that's what I've learnt.

I'm on Prac. That is fun for the time being, and a nice change to the theory I seem to drown in during the semester. Mostly I am excited to go home next week.

Things I have learnt this Prac:
1. I am terrified of year 9 English class.
2. Excursions with specialist students are fun.
3. Winter in Perth is ridiculous.
4. I explain things with my hands.
5. If I get treated like crap in year 9 English one more time I will snap.
6. ESL kids are lovely, "low literacy" kids are not as low literacy as they are branded.
7. I have a teacher yell that would make Genghis behave.
8. Cup-o-soup is a godsend.
9. Teachers don't eat or pee nearly enough for the average human.
10. Lavender on my pillow works wonders.
11. Lesson planning is for losers.
12. Staff room antics should be caught on camera.
13. My passion for teaching has been renewed.
14. I would like to do a Masters in Drama as a special education teaching tool.
15. Clean fingernails are important.
16. Hoodies are always an appropriate teacher outfit.

I'm having fun, but I am keen for the next chapter.

E x

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

... and that's a fun musing.

Photos. They let me stare at people without being rude.

E x

Friday, June 4, 2010

... and that's homesick.

I am homesick. These are some of the photos that make me smile. 

My sister Liz in San Francisco in 2009. I miss her a lot.

There's no place like home.

Liz, Mum and Me in Washington. 

My car is no longer a Queenslander, this was her last day.

Epic homesickness.  I am so keen to hang out with my sister, and go shopping with my mum, and cuddle my kitten. I never knew I would feel this badly homesick. I mean I am living with my man, and I enjoy Perth. I think maybe the lack of 'girlfriends' is driving me a little crazy. I don't feel like I have anyone I can talk to in that girly nonsensical way that is the language of my besties at home. I am hanging out for a hip-hop dance class with the girls, and am desperate for a house party that does not involve every single person making out with each other, while I sit there trying not to stare (it apparently happens like that in Perth). I am anxious to discover what has changed about Brisbane, and see all the people I love to the bottom of my heart. I want to 'shop' in the city without getting lost, I really want to sleep in my own bed. I am aching for hot chocolate late at night, and to see movies that I don't care about with people I adore. I want to see all the changes to the Cement Box (I will never call is the Geoffrey Rush whats-it), and I want to kiss everyone I miss on the cheek and tell them how much I miss them. I want to cry... Perth is not allowing that. I'd like to gush to people who care and I want to feel like I belong to a group of people again. I want to be a red head again.

Perth is nice, but Brisbane is my home and I miss it and all that it means to me. 

E x