El Speedster

My bicycle (en espanol: mi bicicleta).

My bike (n.) is (v.) hot (adj.).

Slowly (adv.), I (pronoun) am (v., helping verb) losing (v.) my (posessive pronoun) mind (n.).

My bike (subject), which is yellow and black (adj. clause), is called the Speedster (proper noun).

Mi bicicleta es amarilla y negra. Se llama "El Speedster."

T.G.I.T.

And thank god I only work a four-day week.

Trash Can Art

So I'm finally online after 3 days of no internet, which feels like eternity but I still only find 3 real emails in my inbox, and I figure I should write a post. But I'm burnt out from my struggles today, which included trying to teach an 8th grader how to identify subjects and predicates, completely confusing an 11th grader with my explanation of adjective clauses, and trying to wrangle a thesis statement out of a 10th grader who I swear has short term memory loss. Plus I still haven't quite recovered from my reading lesson* yesterday with a 4th grader who would sound out the words correctly so had she just mooshed the sounds together into it a word it would have been the right one, but instead she'd turn to me with a questioning look and spit out a random guess that contained none of the sounds she just articulated.

So no more words. I will leave you with this random image instead.

*The best part of the reading lesson was the word list. It began with the word "color." The second word was "bong."

Welcome to Mr. Chase's House

The lovely common room.

The ghetto spider shower.

My 62 degree room.
(Unless "Mr. Chase," as my sketchy landlord Jacques calls himself, had an open house that day; then it dips into the mid 50 range because he shuts off the heat completely.)

Uploaded Picture Selection

What is it with me and random jobs with ridiculous uniforms and male co-workers twice my age? Can't decide whether or not the brown pullover and polyester pants outdo the other head-to-toe brown uniform I've worn in my life-- the brown spandex unisuit--in terms of style points.