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No Christmas (Without You)
I'm terribly lonely. I miss Steve and Manijeh. I miss hanging out with them. I wish I could turn myself into Loki at will and teleport to them in Philly and suprise them. There is thunder right now. It's suppose to snow later. I'm so so so lonely. That is the only reason I feel the need to talk out loud. That's the only reason I like to have ( Read more... ) -
Substituting for 5th Grade in DeSoto
I've subbed a lot in the last few weeks since the last time I posted in my journal. I've had good subbing experiences and had work to do, so I didn't have a chance to log-in; which is how it should be.
Today I have an hour break while the kids are at Art class. Only one thing has bothered me so far. We spent about an hour doing what's called "Daily ( Read more... ) -
Poem
I’ve got a lotta thoughts running through my head.
My soul wants some pancakes; that’s what she said. J
Emoticon, my emotions gone.
I feel helpless and hopeless.
The stomach feels like it’s full of ice.
I wonder if Philly would be nice.
I wonder if when they leave, then could I leave?
If so, then I’ll need to know where I’m going.
Control the save so I ( Read more... ) -
Substitute Teaching: Mill Creek Middle School Part 2
Well, here it is. 7th Hour. I ate at Sonic for lunch, stared at a lunchroom for 40 minutes, watched Rainn Wilson on YouTube for another 40 minutes, colored in a drawing on the classroom board, and now I'm watching 17 students play computer games. I've had a few thoughts since my last post ( Read more... ) -
Substitute Teaching: Mill Creek Middle School Part 1
I have decided to keep record of my substitute teaching experience here on LiveJournal. This is my, maybe, tenth time substituting at a public school. All that substituting consists of, unless it's a music class where I'm allowed to actually teach, is babysitting and making sure that the kids don't get too loud. I like to talk to the students and ( Read more... ) -
Writer's Block: People’s Choice
Norman Reedus, followed by David Thewlis. -
Jan 6, 2011
Life, you're a bore, and ( Read more... ) -
This place will be for my "socially-unacceptable" poems
January 3, 2011
By Liza Z
Culture races through my head,
Be gone! I cry. It doesn’t listen.
I feel the urge to cleanse my head;
To throw it off in haste.
Did you believe? Do you see it now?
Through whose eyes are you fighting?
Through whose eyes are you glaring?
Through your eyes you are judging. Vindicate. Dictate. Your browser is an open slate. Is ( Read more... )