I’m Amanda. I’ve got wide eyes, a smart mouth, and a MetroCard. And I’m not afraid to use them.
Yikes! Time for a cautionary tale: DO NOT EAT AT THE RAY’S PIZZA ON EIGHTH AVENUE.
Bobby and I have just conferenced and revealed that we both got explosive diarrhea after eating our post-”workout” slices of pizza. (Wow, the fact that I just typed “explosive diarrhea” on my blog that some of my mom’s co-workers read emboldens me).
It’s amazing what one trip to Bally’s with Bobby will do to a girl…or maybe not.
I want to burn a cd of songs that have a woman’s name in the title. Here’s what I’ve thought of so far from my ipod:
There’s a man in the vicinity of I.S. 666 who owns a dog. This man appears to be a drunk and hangs out on the streets and keeps the dog on a rope. A few weeks ago, the man put a ratty old sweater on the dog, despite the fact that it is an extremely fuzzy chow chow mix and can’t possibly be cold. Anyhow, I used to see this huge, hairy dog wearing the stretched out, striped monstrosity after school everyday when I walked to the subway.
I live to spoil; and tonight I intend to possibly spoil the remake of King Kong. If you’re all that concerned about that, do not read anymore. This is the last time I’ll warn you.
This is my 200th entry - someone get me a cupcake.
I slept late today, as Sundays are typically the only day each week that I don’t have to go to I.S. 666 early in the morning. This upcoming week should be great, though. Three days of school and a four day vacation. Yay. I intend to spend the holiday thinking about a graduate program to which I might be applying, reading muchos libros de la biblioteca, and getting ready to do some Christmas shopping.
So…I have a survey I’d like all readers to participate in.
Chen, my housemate/fellow America’s Next Top Model commercial break refrigerator sprinter thinks it’s weird that Kathy, the primary renter/candle maker of the house insists that the lid of the toilet be put down when it’s not being used. I have always been a toilet lid putter-downer. Chen insists I am abnormal.
Q: What’s been going on at I.S. 666 lately?
A: Well…I should probably start with the most recent incidents. Bobby’s ipod was stolen by one of his students. He has his suspects, but unfortunately, no one’s confessing or snitching. A mentally retarded girl went on a rampage in Karen’s special ed class and 911 had to be called. Two of my former students, neither a prize pupil, had a big girl fight. I didn’t see it, but I know that one girl pushed the other against a window so hard that it broke. Weaves were coming out, faces were getting scratched, it was on! Both were suspended and are now back in school. In one of the classes I teach on Friday, there was another girl fight that I had to break up. I barely pulled on one girl’s arm and she stopped fighting. She didn’t want to fight, but felt she had to save face by giving in to the prodding. The girl who instigated the fight between the two girls took video footage of it on her cellphone and kicked one of the girls in the ribs while she was down. It was disgusting and brutal. All NYC public school teachers have a new contract and will get an 11% pay increase this year. It should be more, but I’ll take what I can get. Mr. Jones, one of the teachers that has always been very kind and helpful to me, decided to resign on December 2. I.S. 666 has already lost three first-year teachers this school year.
I’ve had a really great weekend, and I still have one day left of it. I’m going to do brief synopses of the interesting parts.
Today I found the first nasty comment left on my blog. Ahh, celebrity! It appears to be from some disgruntled high school classmate. It’s so flattering to know that people from high school still remember me. I’m proud of that. The fact that some may still resent my success is unsettling, as it’s been years since we attended school together. Oh, well. We all have to expend our energy somehow.
