I’m Amanda. I’ve got wide eyes, a smart mouth, and a MetroCard. And I’m not afraid to use them.
Home is where the heart is and the dog and the embarrassing naked baby pictures, not to mention that familiar bellow of “WHO’S ON THE PHONE?!” as soon as the phone rings, minutes before it is possible to know who exactly has called. (This was actually true before caller id, now most of the time I actually can identify who has called, even if just by reading off a mysterious phone number).
Paulo Freire
is a really cool dude, yo!
Get schooled to be free.
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Did you know Plato
thought we were born with knowledge,
all there is to know?
Forty-four minutes
past the starting hour - argh!
Two long hours left.
*
I whittle away
hours looking at sweaters
classmates are wearing.
I’ve long believed that as much as it can be painful to be a woman, I wouldn’t want to be a man. Men are allowed less freedom of expression than women. It’s more difficult for them to live sexuality and gender as fluid constructs. And men’s clothes are really boring.
O, how mine weary eyes doth water by 10 p.m. this night!
I had to return to work after my boss sent my co-teacher and I harsh emails about how all the systems in place in our classroom (as mandated by the obsessively micro-managed administration, mind you) must now be overthrown and replaced. Work has been trying in recent weeks, as there’s always someone breathing down my neck, telling me I’m not doing things the way the school dictates they be done. Everything is very rigid and structured and the whole school really ought to undo a button, because I’m not the only person in this environment feeling stifled.
She raises her hand;
the class sighs collectively.
The weakest link speaks.
*
Stupid will not stop.
It violently floods the room.
I’ve no dam to give.
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This commercial intrigues me for a few reasons. First, I rely on public transportation, so the concept is interesting. Second, I like pondering the use of sex, race, and class in the ad. Why does a white guy fight a black guy? Why does a black girl have to “shake [her] junk”?
I saw this commercial in Pennsylvania and have been thinking about it ever since. Advertising clearly reflects our culture. No one would watch this commercial and not get it, but even the most jaded person would probably be a bit jarred. Post-divorce joint custody in a Ford commercial? Now that’s all-American!
Speaking of offensive t-shirts, I saw a teenage boy skulking around in one on Thursday that said, “I lost my virginity. Can I take yours?”
