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Name: Lulu
Country: United States
State: California
Metro: Los Angeles
Birthday: 11/1/1981
Gender: Female
Interests: dancing, chillin, music, movies, work out, eating ice cream!!!
Occupation: Other
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Member Since:
6/16/2002
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| been so great so far in the last 2 months with my 3rd grade classroom despite all the drama that happens at a school - particularly test scores and how important it is so that we can receive funding. it's even worse when the principal will compare your scores with other teachers and talk about whether or not you're a good or bad teacher. at this point, that all seems so trivial because it's been a while since i've known, but i would have and could have been displaced. (for those of you who don't know what that is, it is when a teacher is FORCED and asked to leave the school due to low enrollment of students)... for the last 2 months i was 7 students shy, and now i'm barely holding on to being a permanent teacher, if they lose 1 child in the next 2 weeks, i am gone, outtie, and don't know where i'd go because there aren't any places that are in need of teachers as of now.
today i got the great news that i would be kept at the school, and almost for certain. despite the great awesome news, it comes with a very heavy price of losing some of the most precious students that i've already grown to love and have become attached to in the last 2 months. i'm sure a lot of you will not be able to understand because you're not teachers or even if you are a teacher you may not have experienced this personally. i have a pretty difficult class, but on an individual basis, i love my kids in all aspects - whether or not they can read, or do 1+1, they are such angels. now, without asking me, the principal has decided to break up my students so that i would have a 2/3 grade combination class. i more than welcome the new students to my class, but it's heartbreaking to send my students to other teachers and break the class up. i'm keeping 10 of the original students and taking the other 7 to different teachers. i looked at my new roster today, and i never thot how emotional i would be ... the sudden rush of tears just came pouring out ... and altho it's been 2 hours, i can't and don't know how i would handle seeing them tomorrow and telling them in the future that in 2 weeks some of them would no longer be part of my class. maybe if you were a mother you would understand if you ever had to give up your child and break apart your children to 2 different people, and seeing your children cry because they don't want to leave their brother/sister. i think i'm starting to become pretty incoherent now, but i guess if you can remember back to the one time that you had to be separated from your family, the first time of your life, and you felt that lonliness and lost of family and out of place.
i can't imagine how my students would feel going to a different classroom and being the "new" student ... totally dreading having to ask my few students to pack up their things so that i can walk them to a new classroom. none of this writing has done any justice to what it feels like, and i think this is why i think i have also chosen the perfect profession. i have grown to love other kids even tho i don't have any of my own, but this is why i'm in this industry, i care and i want to be part of their life, i want to be one of the few adutls who impact and influence them to be better people and hopefully teach them to have hope that they can earn themselves a better and brighter future than what they currently live in - poverty. i'm sure the other teachers would care about my students, but i guess it's just the bond and connection that i have already developed with them that just wouldn't be able to be replaced.
anyway, below's a picture of my current class (missing 2 students tho)
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Had quite an interesting start for the summer session – Art
Methods and P.E. Methods. Anyhow, art
class was pretty interesting, and although we all have thought about this and
crossed our minds to think how important art is, it just got me thinking. Art encompasses so much for all children, and
especially for those who are ELL’s. If
you remember the time when you first learned English, how comfortable were you
speaking it? What did your ESL teachers
do to help you learn and speak the language?
The reality is that public schools are now squeezing out art
classes only because there aren’t enough funds to hire art teachers, have an
extra classroom or to buy the supplies needed.
Remind yourself that art incorporates much more than the visual and the
sculpting, but also music and dance.
Without art, the education system is robbing many of the ELL students of
the experience and the language to express themselves. Although I am still not the most outspoken
person in any situation, a musician and a dancer myself, I found these forms of
art to be helpful and useful to speak, and to do something that I can do
instead of embarrassing myself to literally speak and feel mortified. Art is a language and it speaks for itself -
content that is subjective to interpretation.
Anyway, this is one of those thoughts where it’s like
WHAM! How much do educators know about
education if they remove such an important aspect of curriculum?
So, in art class today, we talked about color and lines as
well. What does color mean? What does each color represent? What about lines? What kinds of lines are there and how do they
speak to the artist? Can you think of a
line representing happy? Sad? Angry? Jealousy? Or joyful? How were they different or similar?
If you asked someone else the same questions, people will
more or less give you similar interpretations of colors and line structures for
each emotion. Blue – feeling mellow, Red
– angry, passionate, etc. Flowy lines –
happy, Loopy – joyful, Jagged – angry, Abrupt – jealousy, etc. But as you see, art can be shared and even
though it’s self interpreted, people come together and share their ideas and
thoughts together, and more often than not, students will begin to develop
friendships and learn to speak as they converse with one another. HOW GREAT IS THAT??? Just makes me so sad to
know that the public system doesn’t support this.
What color are you feeling today?
What color do you think
your friends see you?
What color are
you?
What color do you want to be?
Yes, I’m a dork. I’m
so intimidated by art and dislike the class because I am forced to share the
non-existent art skills that I have, but the idea/purpose behind it is so
powerful.
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| i miss nyc. the trip made me realize even more how important it is to have good friends around. we'll see, maybe in another 2 years you'll all be back in the west coast so i wouldn't need to move. love you all! muah!
those of you who made it out and who i got to see, thanks so much for being there and making my trip so fabulous! it wouldn't have been the same without you.  ange, you were the best, thanks for everything, more and more memories and moments to share with our kids in the future. lol. miss you lots!
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| NEW YORK CITY!!! : ). i don't think i like the city very much, but it's great because of all my friends here.
i
must share my unforgettable airplane experience though. so, i walk
into the airplane, standing right in front of my aisle, i look up to
notice that the bin above was empty. *phew*. i start to bring my
luggage above me to put in the bin, and realized that i couldn't really
reach it since i was wearing my flats instead of heels (and trust me 2
inches makes hellava difference). i then notice this asian dude, kinda
tall, looks decent in his khakis, dress shirt and a cream colored vest;
HOWEVER, wth is he wearing? a dark green fisherman's hat!!!!.... so,
as i struggle to place my luggage in the overhead bin, this asian
decides to stand there and watch the show. how rude! FINALLY, i get
the luggage up there, and sit in my ordinary window seat, and decide to
go to sleep.....
the red eye wasn't
full, an empty seat between me and the guy in the aisle.... and i come
to realize it was the same asian dude watching the show... omg, i was
somewhat furious that a guy could be so rude to not have helped me
knowing that we were in the same dam aisle?? i was convinced then that
he must be a fob, but anyhow, i
immediately passed out. when i opened my eyes, i noticed the man in
a fetal position laying on
the two seats in between us (just imagine, how the heck does a 5'10"
full grown male fit in 2 seats of a plane. he must have really curled
up). i went back to sleep thinking
this grown man is just odd, and shameless for laying down like that in
his suit! ok, then later on, i felt something on my foot, and i
realized he was putting his foot on mine!.... ewwwww~.... soon after i
felt something on my arm.... and guess what... he put his foot on my
arm rest!!!!!! bleh... i was so disturbed.... i decided at this point
to keep my jacket covering my face in case his foot decides to stretch
even further out where he'd be able to kick me in the face or to even
smell his feet.... just thinking back about it gives me the goosebumps
how nasty it was.... but as you probably have guessed, the man indeed
stretched his legs out a little further and was midair in my seat
area.... seriously violating my personal space and trespassing!.... oh
gawd. shameless.
an experience i'll never forget.
Wicked tonight.
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