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The WeatherPixie

I'M TAKING THE PLUNGE
MARCH 4, 2006 @ NOON
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name - faith
age - 28
screenname - barefootnhippie
email - barefootnhippie@yahoo.com

at the moment: The current mood of barefootnhippie at www.imood.com

current reads:
night
searching for god knows what
a walk in the woods
assasination vacation


hobbies:
coloring in the spaces of the pretty, pretty tax forms
breathing yogalates and cardio hip-hop classes
waiting, always waiting, for my next direction

chores:
pretending to direct HS play rehearsals
grading students' essays
dealing with the men in my life

The Cool Kids
touching silence
magnolia coffee
i really am a real teacher
crooked letter, crooked letter
the last in the adventures...
get your learn on
first take
how to write a personal narrative
hippie's 100
the erotic edge

Interesting Strangers
deep south comic
american undershirt
tcwh
snowshoe crab
queen goddess
le petit hiboux

The Rest of the World
MSNBC
dave barry's blog
serenity blog
the onion
the smoking gun
weight watchers
self
kairos
NCTE


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29 July 2003

i'll send an SOS to the world

for the past four days, i've been humming the peter, paul & mary song "if i had a hammer" while looking mournfully at the beads to go across one of my three (don't ask) bedroom doors. if YOU have a hammer you'd like to loan me for about 15 minutes, i would trade you a top-secret, honest-to-god recipe for sweet tea. if you have a hammer and would like to come over and be handy, i would actually share my sweet tea (using said recipe) with you.

in other news... nothing like waiting until the very last minute to get school schedules together. the students report in 10 days to school, and we still have no final schedule. rumor has it that i might be teaching compensatory reading this year in addition to english 3 and/or english 4. okay, if that was a possibility, i really should have been told at the beginning of the summer.. OR maybe last year when i asked to go to the adolescent literacy conference, they should have forked out the $250 to send me. as it is, it's likely that i have 10 days to learn how to assess reading skills and teach 15 year olds who read on a 4th grade reading level how to understand what they're reading while building their vocabulary. no worksheets. i don't do worksheets. argh. and this, dear readers, is why i love teaching in the delta.

despite my dread over possibly being ill-prepared to teach a new subject, getting into my classroom felt like going home. and despite the sarcasm above, i really do love this crazy, whacked-out delta teaching gig. ask me in a few months and the answer might have changed, but for now, i'm in that "new year" exhilaration stage.

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