Valentine's Day/Year Anniversary
the day began with me rushing to the city to make copies of various chapters from "The HOuse on Mango Street" which would supplant the boring "reading comprehension" selections my students typically read each week.
Taught class for four hours. When I reached the point in each class where we discussed the chapter selections I had copied at Kinko's, I felt invigorated. Not only did I truly enjoy the educational process, but the passion that loomed in these kids' eyes throughout the discussion. The boys had little interest in the conversation because of the narrator's gender, but the girls would not stop raising their hands to offer their opinion on the symbolic meaning of trees and other such rudimentary facets of literary analysis. In this time, I decided that I love teaching, but only when the material interests me. In other words, i need university level teaching. So sad. However, this realization has lit a rather hot fire under my ass, cementing the current plan to attend grad school in 2005. Yay.
After dealing with frustrating MTA complications and ineptitudes, I met Jamie at a gorgeous Greek restaurant on the Upper East Side. The food, the wine (Greek white - HIGHLY recommended), and the conversation were all delicious.
Stopped by Bonnie's place to offer V-day comfort to the lonely soul. She fed us rum and weed and inspiring 80's music from the Working Girl soundtrack. When Jamie momentarily departed to purchase some Bambu, I dropped to my knees and shouted in my best Southern Belle voice: BONNIE, IT'S TIME FOR ME TO SHINE!
Headed back to Crooklyn and rented two awful horror films. Jamie picked one, I picked the other. We could not decide which to watch first, so I suggested that we pretend that we're disgustingly rich and care so little for life decisions that we reach all conclusions over champagne and cards. Jamie popped the cork on our anniversary bottle, and we sat on our floor, sipping champagne, playing gin rummy, and listening to music. I know it sounds ridiculous and stupid, but moments like those remind me why I adore being in a relationship. I like always having someone to play cards with.
Smoked a j, cuddled, giggled, watched a movie, shared a pint of Hagen Daaz, blew each other, fell asleep.
It was a fucking great day.
Taught class for four hours. When I reached the point in each class where we discussed the chapter selections I had copied at Kinko's, I felt invigorated. Not only did I truly enjoy the educational process, but the passion that loomed in these kids' eyes throughout the discussion. The boys had little interest in the conversation because of the narrator's gender, but the girls would not stop raising their hands to offer their opinion on the symbolic meaning of trees and other such rudimentary facets of literary analysis. In this time, I decided that I love teaching, but only when the material interests me. In other words, i need university level teaching. So sad. However, this realization has lit a rather hot fire under my ass, cementing the current plan to attend grad school in 2005. Yay.
After dealing with frustrating MTA complications and ineptitudes, I met Jamie at a gorgeous Greek restaurant on the Upper East Side. The food, the wine (Greek white - HIGHLY recommended), and the conversation were all delicious.
Stopped by Bonnie's place to offer V-day comfort to the lonely soul. She fed us rum and weed and inspiring 80's music from the Working Girl soundtrack. When Jamie momentarily departed to purchase some Bambu, I dropped to my knees and shouted in my best Southern Belle voice: BONNIE, IT'S TIME FOR ME TO SHINE!
Headed back to Crooklyn and rented two awful horror films. Jamie picked one, I picked the other. We could not decide which to watch first, so I suggested that we pretend that we're disgustingly rich and care so little for life decisions that we reach all conclusions over champagne and cards. Jamie popped the cork on our anniversary bottle, and we sat on our floor, sipping champagne, playing gin rummy, and listening to music. I know it sounds ridiculous and stupid, but moments like those remind me why I adore being in a relationship. I like always having someone to play cards with.
Smoked a j, cuddled, giggled, watched a movie, shared a pint of Hagen Daaz, blew each other, fell asleep.
It was a fucking great day.