May 2007 Archives

resignation

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I turned in my resignation today. I haven't been working very hard to find a new job- though I have updated my resume and e-mailed it to a handful of principals in schools where I feel confident I would like to teach. I am in quite the opposite position as my younger brother- who will retch upon reading this entry- as he is in search of a job, possibly any job. I have decided that I have plenty of time to figure out where I want to teach and what grade. If I end up susbbing for a year- I'd get some really great data. I'll keep looking for a full time position over the summer- but I'm not running around like a chicken wiht its head cut off. I'm feeling pretty calm and secure in my decision and also very happy that I am making a choice that will help insure not only a good job- but sanity in the way I approach finding that job. I'm able to do so becaue I can fall back on subbing...and my husband, who has for so many years supported my teaching habit.

Multi tasking

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There's only so much multitaksing a person can do before one or all of the tasks come to a screeching halt - or really the realization that in the end a little bit of nothing will be accomplished.

So, as I'm sipping my double bergomot earl grey, eating organic mac and cheese, considering what to wear to my mother's live debut on the discovery channel...I turn off the dual screen and decided to actually type my blog. You'd think it was a trade off- one mechanincal toy for another. But really I was considering my blog entry all along. Specifically concerning multitasking. I was wandering into the possibility that women are made to be better multi taskers than men- simply by genetic necessity of long ago. Is it genetic? I wondered. Thinking that I had read that somewhere. But perhaps it is in fact learned / experiential, much like upper arm strength.
And the truth is, that as I type about gender blah blah blah, I realize I don't care. I am sitting here sensing the slowly migration of my macaroni bowl towards the floor, and yet what draws me the most is what I'm going to wear for my (mother's) debut on television. And don't forget the tea. It's fucking good tea. (Okay- this is an obscure connection...here it is for everyone because I think even Mendon won't have it without a bit of rope. I'm considering what kind of audience the show will have- silent or audible. Then I'm thinking of the annoying laugh track on the incredibly hilarious Canadian comedy Kids in the Hall, which leads to my favorite episode in which fine ham abounds- or as the teenage son says "It's fucking good ham" - and then I remember my fine cup of tea).
Mendon says, and Eric and Nate would probably agree, that talking to me is like expreiencing live stream of conciousness. I try to be more excplicit- because it's my job, and because other people get tired of filtering the nonsense - sifting for meaning.