Friday, September 26
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Teacher shopping [journal] I went to the Ben Sherman sale today to find some clothes that I could actually teach in. Most of my clothes comprise of things you would wear at home or wear going to a club. I was so disapointed though because all their sizes were large. I ended up in line with only one short sleeve shirt when my sister caught sight of this great black Evisu long sleeve dress shirt. Apparently they had to keep it up at the front because people kept swiping the wonderful cufflinks. It set me back nearly 100 but it was well worth it (if just for those cufflinks).
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Thursday, September 25
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Pokeroo [journal] I have a teacher in my children's literature class that just disappears. One moment she'll tell us to get into our presentation groups, the next she'll be circling around asking us if we have any questions, then suddenly she'll quietly disappear from class never to appear again until next week's class. Usually five or so minutes after she's out the door someone will notice and then go bounding down the hallway to catch her to hand in homework. She's hilarious.
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Sunday, September 14
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Church Street [journal] I went to Church Street as part of my multicultural class study. I'll share a few things I learned:
1. Gay men like to walk dogs (major pick up trick)
2. Gay men are old (most people at the bar I went to, Woodies, were older)
3. Gay men liken themselves to teenage school girls (catty, gossipy, etc...)
4. Gay men play gay porn in their bars (My feet are above my head still recovering from the initial shock. One moment it was half naked muscle heads prancing at a beach the next it's a close up of a guy giving a hand job to another)
Oh and when I say Gay men, I should add that I mean most Gay men so I don't get into any trouble. I also noted that there weren't a lot of females on Church street. A gay little bird told me that lesbians have their own secret digs and it's very exclusive. For example if I tried to crash their clandestine hangout I would only be admitted if I was along with two other girls (2 girls per guy).
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Thursday, September 11
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Who knew? [journal] I never thought the day would come, but I became that student, the student who you all hate. Yah, something gripped me one class and I was the student who nodded when the teacher spoke and shook my arms vigorously when the teacher asked a question. I couldn't believe it, so when the next class came around I forced myself to be tired and laxidaisical.
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Tuesday, September 2
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Teacher's College [journal] Most of my day at college is done. I've gone to two classes: Multiculturism and Major Theories in English. The first is taught by a guy who thinks he's Jerry Seinfeld. He's obviously not as funny, but funny enough to make me laugh. I'm still unsure how I feel about him. The second class is taught by a lady who seemed very nice (offered any of her students to stay at her home if there ever was a snow storm) and let us out amazingly early (hence this blog). I've met some cool people that have calmed my nerves. It seems like it's going to be a good year. The only thing I'll really have to work on is class participation, but push is coming to shove so I know I'll be able to do well.
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