I found it!

When I was a teenager a Sarah Wilkerson gave me a beautiful note book. It had a girlish covered with a blend of pink and purple flowers and photos of naked babies turned into fairies. At first I was not sure what to do with it. Then suddenly it all made sense. I was in second form, away from home, and battling with depression during that time. It was that year that I began to write about how I felt. It was also the year that I discovered that God really did love me (although that is another story). From that year, until the year after I graduated from high school I wrote in my book. Some pages were tore out, and some were used by my classmates to write notes in (we didn't have a yearbook so when we graduated we got "autograph books" I didn't get one, so I used my treasure book instead). I lost my book when moving from Santa Elena to San Ignacio and I have been worried about it ever since (2 years now). Then, last night, I got the inspiration to check the bulky "hope chest" (you have to know my family to understand that one). At the bottom, underneath the dishes and other nuptial stuff, was my fairy book. I found it! It was like finding a long lost friend, or even better, a piece of my soul that was lost through a drug called Busy Life.

Don't be surprised if one of my childish writings finds its way on my blog. Be warned, they are crude and unpolished. Many of them only sing for me.

Funny though. Now purple is my favourite colour, and I think fairies are pretty neat, for what they symbolize.

Idea Search

Once again, I am looking for ideas and resources. See, I am taking the CAPE English and Communication exam. For it, I have prepare a portfolio. The portfolio is to have different items with all sorts of wonderful information all about a topic of my choice. Because I love controversy and because I am going to be a teacher when I grow up, I am writing about gender biases in schools. Although I have written most of my pieces about discrimination against males, I think I should leave it open to both sexes. Let's be reasonable.... both males and females are discriminated against at some point, especially in schools.

So if you have any ideas, experiences, read anything interesting, or just want to say a few words.... let me know. You can be anonymous or our used as a source and quoted (however you feel). Whenever I get my items proof read and such, I will post them so you can enjoy.

As Bam says.... "Inter-racial, inter-gender power"!

Time to see the world

I wrote this poem. My writing mentor says it seems forced, but it is as natural as I can be. Here, World, you can have one of my poems... be kind to it. Let me know what you think, and how I can improve. You don't have to kind to me. I need to improve as a poem mother.

Edwin

11-January-2007

Seed fallen down,

Dead to the World

Planted in the Ground

In full Brightness you shine

No longer do you fight

'Though in your plantedness we mourn

We can look and have hope

News lives will be born.

We trust that you lived a sacrifice

Redeemed all your life

Now your reward, you realize

I play football like a girl

The other day, I tagged along to play football with some of my guy friends. It was a beautiful evening. The air was full of rhythm as an orchestra played that evening. Black bird sang and across the street music floated from a house across the street. The breeze blew the piccolo and the sky through its blue, purple, and orange rumbled the percussion. The lead instruments were my footballer friends. Put-put- put, tap tap tap, POP was the melody. The music played for a long time, until parrots' gentle waltzes were replaced by the quick, sleek frottage of the rat-bats.

After a while, I sat down. It was not the fact that I was the only girl, or that my presents made the teams uneven, or that I no skill in the game (I was playing with some seriously skilled ballers). I had not played ball since my high school injury, but it was not fear of getting hurt that compelled me to sit down. I was not tired, but I was full. I felt like the frustrate saxophone player, too in love with music to play along with the part I was suppose to. I was too involved in the whole piece to flow in my own. I was happy to sit on the side and watch my buddies play. I enjoyed the concert that evening as a highly involved observer. I wanted to dance rather than play my piece.

Will I always be an observer now? Maybe, but that is not so bad. Maybe I am finally growing up or maybe it is something else....

(I was barefooted during the game, by the way)

The Box Car Kid

When I was little, I read a series of books called "The Box Car Kids". It was about some orphans who used to live in an old box car and went on some pretty great adventures. Today, I was one of the orphans. No, there was nothing realistically sad about it, but rather, fun. My mother and I are watching friend's eight children for the weekend and I took them the high school fair this afternoon. It was great. The older ones glued themselves to the basketball games and other major events, and four youngest and I explored the fair. I was not a babysitter, but a comrade. We played games, watched the rides, and ate cotton candy (I still love cotton candy). We even jumped the creek that runs through the campus, rather then walk the long way crossed the bridge. While the older children lived it up in their teen and preteen mode of "hanging out", I became a child. Sure, I missed out hanging out with my friends, but I had fun.

It is a funny thing how I can be mature and grown up and ready to declare that I am "Phenomenal" one day and to ready to admit that I like to let the little kid in me come out to play the next.

Sacred Heart Fair

I wish I had a digital camera this morning. When I arrived at school to take my last exam, I stepped on a circus ground. The Fair begin tomorrow and today the high school students (who share the campus) had their parade. From three different direction three different worldly and sexist songs blared as students ran, pushed and scampered to get their floats ready to parade for an hour around the Twin Towns. Students did everything from dye their hair, paint their faces, and a even saw a boy with balloons under is shirt. I went to a very conservative high school and although I knew schools do such things for their fair, I was a bit bewildered to behold it, even though I was a little jealous that I never got a chance to do all of that.

Tomorrow I am working at the fair. I am going to do some of my community service and help people set up their booths at 6:30 am tomorrow morning. In the afternoon, I am going to take my friend's son out the fair. He is a sunny five year old and I think he will like hanging out with "his Bets" at the school fair.

Between that I have to go to my primary school. I start m practical Monday and I want to set up the standard three classroom that I am taking over. It is not that much of a mess, but there are a few things about the class that need to be changed to fit the ideals my supervisors are looking for. Somehow I need to write my lesson plans for Monday. I got 33 students in my class. This is going to be fun.