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[20 Nov 2009|09:20am] |
The All American Rejects played my campus last night, and New Moon came out. All of a sudden every girl ages fourteen to twenty within a twenty-five mile radius of my town was here with bells and whistles on. If by bells and whistles we mean black nail polish and Team Jacob shirts. You really couldn't move without bumping into one of them screaming over one and/or the other while frantically trying to figure out which event was going to take precedence. Do we stay for the show? Do we leave to get seats at the movie? CONUNDRUM.
On the bright side, you can imagine where all the cops were last night, so you can also imagine the possibilities there.
EDIT I just got my placement for student teaching, and I'm super excited because I got the school I wanted. The only downside to this is that I'm teaching seniors. I feel intimidated by the fact that I'm only three/four years older than they are...but mostly I just don't like the senior level curriculum for NC. I'm one of those weirdo English people who doesn't really like British Literature as much as the rest. I would have liked to teach American/World, but you just can't win everything. Here's to hoping I don't cry on the first day or throw a book at someone :)
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[10 Nov 2009|11:12am] |
No lie, I am buried in paper. Do not want. I naively thought senior year of college was like senior year of high school. You know, breezing through and taking it easy. Hahaha. Also, and this is going to make me sound haughty and awful, it's really not fun at all to read eighty poorly written research papers on the same topic. I am pretty sure my mentor teacher gave them all to me because she already knew what they were, and she had better things to do than sit for hours and read said poorly written research papers. Smart lady. And now I feel bad for calling them poorly written, so I will clarify. I don't mind reading poorly written papers if they're poorly written because students lack skills they need to create a solid paper. I don't like reading poorly written papers simply because students are lazy and decided to half ass them, which is the case with three of the (AP) classes.
In other news, it was almost seventy degrees here yesterday. That's nice and all. Usually we've had at least three relatively impressive snows by the first weekend of November, and I haven't even had to pull out my winter clothes yet. Everyone is sort of looking around like o-0 okay? I don't mind though. I like snow as much as the next person, but walking to class in snow/sleet + average 45mph gusts is never pleasant. Taylor Swift on SNL was pleasant though. I'm not a huge Taylor fan or anything, but I thought her musical monologue was cute. She's spiteful like I am...I think we could be friends.
My grandmother's Christmas present to me is a pair of tickets to see Bon Jovi and I'm not even remotely ashamed to admit it/display my excitement. SHOT THROUGH THE HEART.
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[01 Nov 2009|08:38pm] |
Funny story.
My grandmother was very excited about some Halloween candy she had bought. It looked like little mice...very life like, she thought. Anyhow, she gave one to me and one to my sister. I didn't think it felt like candy. Too hard. My sister didn't care. She opened it and started to eat it anyhow. I told her, my mother, and my grandmother that I didn't think it was candy. "It was sold with the candy" (grandmother), "They wouldn't individually wrap them if they weren't candy" (mother), and "Tastes like candy" (sister) are the responses I got. After watching my sister gnawing the candy and get nowhere, I decided that no, I don't care what they said, the mice were not candy. My mom finally came around and thought, hey, maybe not. She picked up one of the wrappers and died out laughing...she had noticed the pawp rints on the wrapper. Not only was my sister sitting at the table eating a doggie treat, but my grandmother gave doggie treats out as candy to over 200 kids at our church's trunk or treating last night.
The end.
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[29 Oct 2009|02:01pm] |
I stay busy. I do not like it. I am the kind of person who needs at least an hour a day to sit and do whatever the fuck I want. It hasn't worked out lately. On the plus side though, I create bomb ass projects and lessons that make students participate in learning, so. Hooray. My Halloween consists of grading papers and dying my hair. And stealing candy from little kids.
Here are some movie quotes.
( (up on the housetop) click click click )
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[15 Oct 2009|03:36pm] |
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I really want the little boy in the balloon to be okay D: D: D:
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[09 Oct 2009|09:14am] |
Yesterday I taught for the first time by myself. It went well, and the students were getting what I wanted them to get out of Macbeth. It made me happy, and they seemed engaged, so I was like haha booyah I am fabulous. Then a bee flew up my skirt as we were talking about how fear can motivate people. Do you remember Ashlee Simpson's famous jig? I gave my own interpretation of that dance complete with something along the lines of SON of a BIIIITCH. Sometimes I think things can only happen to me. I got the bee and the stinger out, but I couldn't stop laughing for the next five minutes. My cooperating teacher was laughing too, but she was like "Now Natalie, we can't use naughty words in front of the teenagers!"
In other news! My favorite professor was giving a lecture on campus about girlhood in literature and the bad messages it sends to girls. She started with literature that was being published in the 40s and ended with Twilight. Some boy stood up and posed this question: "Well how interesting would it be if Bella left Edward and went off to college? What kind of love story would it be if she could be independent and didn't need him?"
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I thought my teacher and most of the girls in the room were going to fall over. His girlfriend was sitting with him and looked like she wanted to melt into a puddle on the floor.
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[03 Oct 2009|10:11pm] |
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Uhh why am I so belated on the Robin Hood and Jonas Armstrong bandwagon?
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[01 Oct 2009|02:06pm] |
The class I intern with has eighteen boys and three girls. They have never been rude to me or disrespected me in the month that I have been there. Today they had a sub. Guess what happened?
And it's not like I can stomp my foot and yell at them about how rude and sexist and inappropriate they are being. No amount of casually ignoring their remarks or telling them they were out of line seemed to matter. I have never wanted to run out of a room so much in my life. And it's not because I was scared or my feelings were hurt, I was pissed. My temper is going to get me in trouble as a teacher. I can feel it.
( Igpy's iTunes thing )
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[15 Sep 2009|07:57pm] |
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Everyone I know thinks I'm kidding, but I graduate next semester, and I'm totally going here to celebrate.
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[14 Sep 2009|11:54pm] |
I haven't forgotten about those prompt things. I really will do them eventually. But we all love immediate gratification, right?
Name any of my characters, past or present, and I will give you their pre-game romantic history in brief, and tell you how they are in bed.
I have to get a TB test tomorrow, and while shots do not freak me out, this skin test thing does and I don't know why. It gives me chills. Do not want.
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[03 Sep 2009|04:07pm] |
So I took some Harry Potter class my sophomore year. And by took I mean I was registered for it and dropped out after the first meeting because by "Harry Potter" they meant "a shitton of unrelated books that Natalie did not have the time to read in addition to her other five literature courses." They revamped that course and now it really is strictly a Harry Potter class, and I don't have the room in my schedule to take it, but my friend does, and
( click! )
I'M JUST SAYING. Instead of the bullshit introductions in class that I have done all four years of college, she got a wand and got to be Sorted. Last night I pretty much wrote an etymological dictionary entry on how the Indo-European root word leuk- gives us all kinds of modern English words and traced its development through 10 different languages, and what did she do? She met with her fellow Hufflepuffs at the coffee shop and they discussed the symbolism of the badger before going home to write their individual thoughts on why their wand chose them.
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[25 Aug 2009|02:22pm] |
My roommate is having a moral crisis with classes required for her major. She's basically creating a test tube baby and killing it, and she's spent the last three hours flinging herself dramatically into her bed and/or couch and screaming about how immoral it is/she should not be required to do it.
Which, I kinda agree. I mean, I know she's a science major, but they have to know that they'll get some religious students (and my roommate isn't even all that religious). She had issues killing a frog last semester. She's going to break down trying to kill an embryo. I'm not entirely sure that's something that should be required.
But in brighter news, my History of the English Language professor reminds me of Teabing (do I remember correctly?) from the Da Vinci Code. He's witty and goes on philosophical tangents and also refers to himself in the third person, which is both annoying and amusing.
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[15 Aug 2009|12:25am] |
BEFORE looking at the questions, fill in A-C with three of YOUR OWN characters from one game (if you haven't got three characters, then you can do it with one or two characters, too, it's all good). Fill in 1-13 with any other characters from the same game. Then answer the questions.
A) Lily
B) Royden
C) Amelia
1) James
2) Sirius
3) Remus
4) Peter
5) Alice
6) Benjy
7) Rodolphus
8) Bellatrix
9) Lucius
10) Narcissa
11) Fabian
12) Severus
13) Marlene
( black betty had a child )
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[12 Aug 2009|04:03pm] |
Someone please tell me this is really happening.
Also, for the record, I saw the trailer for that Imaginarium of Dr Parnassus movie today, and I am excited.
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