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Today we will learn how to fit as many desks in a classroom as possible

One year ago, I hadn’t even started my training to become a teacher and now I am almost done with my first year. I was accepted into the New York City Teaching fellows on April 10, I took my state exams on May 16, I started training on June 15, I started student teaching on July 1, I got a job on August 18, and I started teaching on September 8.  The rest is a blur.

Recently, the city speaks a lot about budgets, and cuts, and last one in first one out, and it just doesn’t add up. Something tells me there will not be a decrease in student population and class sizes are already bulging at the seams.

They say they want to spend 5 million dollars on the new teacher project. I liked this project last year because it funded my career change. However, I am sure the city spent a lot of money last year on the project which would be a waste if they get rid of all the new teachers. I wonder if they will do the same next year?

In the meantime, I do what I was taught, which is teach. My oldest brother always used the phrase “prepare for the worst and hope for the best.” This phrase has come in handy one or two times along the way. My school has already started bracing for what could happen, but keep going as if unaffected.

This week the principal put the following in the weekly memo:

Pantoum of the Great Depression

a poem by Donald Justice


Our lives avoided tragedy
Simply by going on and on,
Without end and with little apparent meaning.
Oh, there were storms and small catastrophes.

Simply by going on and on
We managed. No need for the heroic.
Oh, there were storms and small catastrophes.
I don’t remember all the particulars.

We managed. No need for the heroic.
There were the usual celebrations, the usual sorrows.
I don’t remember all the particulars.
Across the fence, the neighbors were our chorus.

There were the usual celebrations, the usual sorrows
Thank god no one said anything in verse.
The neighbors were our only chorus,
And if we suffered we kept quiet about it.

At no time did anyone say anything in verse.
It was the ordinary pities and fears consumed us,
And if we suffered we kept quiet about it.
No audience would ever know our story.

It was the ordinary pities and fears consumed us.
We gathered on porches; the moon rose; we were poor.
What audience would ever know our story?
Beyond our windows shone the actual world.

We gathered on porches; the moon rose; we were poor.
And time went by, drawn by slow horses.
Somewhere beyond our windows shone the world.
The Great Depression had entered our souls like fog.

And time went by, drawn by slow horses.
We did not ourselves know what the end was.
The Great Depression had entered our souls like fog.
We had our flaws, perhaps a few private virtues.

But we did not ourselves know what the end was.
People like us simply go on.
We have our flaws, perhaps a few private virtues,
But it is by blind chance only that we escape tragedy.

And there is no plot in that; it is devoid of poetry.

Pain from rain.

Rainy days mixed with crowded streets are not so fun in New York. Mornings are already full of enough angry zombies stuffing themselves into subway cars while trying to dodge a coffee spill. Then when you finally push yourself to climb above ground, the umbrellas go into attack mode. Obviously, the purpose of umbrellas is to keep people happy and dry–but they have a dark side. Sharp little pokers line the umbrella, holding up that revered waterproof fabric. Most people have not learned umbrella etiquette and stab and poke innocent bystanders. Walking deliberately is usually a good thing, but not when you are carrying a weapon. Once (amidst celebrating the Obama victory) I was even dragged by an umbrella after a spoke got caught in my pigtail buns. If you carry an umbrella, do the right thing and step aside for people. If not, watch out!

The Problem

Here a couple of solutions:

A more polite option

Dry, happy, and you can still see in front of you 🙂

The hip option

I really need to get one of these. Here is the link to where I found it:

http://www.core77.com/blog/object_culture/greig_brebners_better_umbrella_ella_ella_15674.asp

Finally, the ultimate option in politeness:

Derbytaunt ’10

A débutante (from the French débutante, “female beginner”) is a young lady from an aristocratic or upper class family who has reached the age of maturity, and as a new adult, is introduced to society at a formal presentation known as her “début”.

A derbytaunt (from the New York City street slang, “freshmeat”) is a young lady (sometimes) from a diverse skater family who has conquered Gotham tryouts, been torn apart by the coaching staff, and as new Gotham girl, is introduced into the league as a Brooklyn Bombshell, a Queen of Pain, a Manhattan Mayhem, or (if she’s really lucky) a Bronx Gridlock.

On Sunday night at Public Assembly in Williamsburg, I finally got to shed my title as rookie with Gotham Girls and welcome the class of 2010. One of the lovely ladies, Jensurgency, returned as my league-mate from the River City Rollergirls. While I am stoked that we have rejoined forces, we will once again be on rival teams. However, everyone looked amazing and thanks to Brooklyn Brewery and San Loco Mexico we had free booze and burritos.

Here’s the link from the Village Voice:

http://www.villagevoice.com/slideshow/gotham-girls-fresh-meat-ball-29660112/14/

Jen on the train sporting her white debutant gown

The 2010 Bronx Gridlock <3- photo by suzy hotrod

Me and Kakes skippin’ to the plantation- photo by suzy hotrod, mural by serena

CBS and Jen -photo by suzy hotrod

Blonde Flame

After going to the doctor to make sure my neck was okay from Monday night’s practice, I decided my hair needed a fix. Not that anything is broken, but I needed a hot, new Spring look. I checked out Redken in Astoria on 30th ave and was pretty satisfied. Stacey, the stylist, was super nice and gave me some highlights and toned out the dull strands. However, she was painfully slow and this took almost two hours.  After Redken, I decided to stroll down Steinway for a Victoria’s Secret visit. Two things– 1. They opened up a Ricky’s on Steinway which is amazing 2. Boys should not be employed at Victoria’s secret.

Oh, and my neck is perfect.

"The new color"

I moved

I was on Tumblr.com for about a day when I realized the format was not for me. Sorry Chris, your advice was helpful but after I shopped around, I liked wordpress.com better. I also scrapped the beige for this rich wood theme, makes me feel warm and homey. Everything else is the same–same goal, same expectations, same Carey.

Oops, you caught my smirk.

About two days ago I thought about starting a blog. A day after that, I twittered to my friend about a decent blog site. Then, about 10 minutes ago I took the leap and created the thing. I am not a writer or anything but frankly I just want this for my own amusement. Possibly in a year or so I will read over all the posts, smile, and maybe even giggle a bit. If you would like to join me, that would be swell.

The title is a six word memoir I wrote to emphasis how much NYC has influenced me in my endeavors and the way I view this crazy world.

I choose beige as my background color because it is underrated and my friend Meredith made me see it’s beauty.

This is a cute smirking tomato I just found on etsy.com :p