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| x_x I'm stuck.
And whining about it. For some reason (and I blame the books) no matter how many times I promise myself that will sit down and listen to all the EPs sent, watch all the videos emailed and actually do more than stare at the blinking line on my MS Word.....I fail.
Miserably. My muse has run away, and taking my willpower with it.
It's off consorting with vampires.....and werewolves.....probably a few elves and faerie folk too.
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| This summer will be forever known as the Summer of the Massive Book Addiction.....at least, that’s how I’ll remember it. Within the four weeks of my return home from school, I’ve managed to devour 12 books, cover to cover, and that trend does not seem to be slowing down at all. Not only that, but a re-categorizing of my personal library brought the discovery of my owning upwards of three HUNDRED books, and that count does not include any of the University texts that I have decided to keep. To further the problem.....made only more difficult by a sudden lack of storage space (there is a very pressing need to go out and purchase a set of new shelves – maybe floor-to-ceiling ones), I seem to find myself unable to even enter a bookstore and simply browse without giving in to the compulsion to by “just one more book” to add to the rapidly growing collection. .....I think I might be just the slightest bit addicted...... >.< | |
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|  "Ultra-dialated pupils...makes functioning during the day HELL. And don't even get me started on driving....." >.< | |
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| Cyber-bullying, more commonly known as internet trolling, is not something that will occur in your classroom, however it will be brought into it by the students who are either participating in, or have been effected by being bullied online.
But why blog?
In the mind of a student, not only is blogging a way for them to get whatever bits of stress and whatnot off their chest, but in light of the new generation of internet celebrities, it is a way for them to make some sort of everlasting footprint (...well....as long as the blog host doesn’t crash).
Some students may even want the prestigious honour of seeing their names pop up on their browser once Googled. ...As a piece of advice – Sometimes typing your name into a Google bar and hitting “search” is not the brightest idea..... Now, in today’s online blogging age, there are hundreds of hosts that a student can choose from, however, the student body as a whole tends to sway towards the following... 3) MySpace - Tags:b.ed, life, school
- Mood:accomplished
 - Music:Motion City Soundtrack - LGFaud
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| 2012
Some idiot will try to ruin us.....well no.
Not us.
You.
His success will mark the end of one thing, and the begninning of something else. Something a little more terrifying.
....and potentially, something much greater than any of us have ever imagined... - Mood:curious
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| Ontario union calls for ban on Israeli professorsOntario's largest university workers' union is proposing a ban on Israeli academics teaching in the province's universities, in a move that echoes previous attempts to boycott goods and services from the Jewish state.
The resolution, proposed by CUPE's Ontario University Workers Coordinating Committee, is in protest against a Dec. 29 bombing that damaged the Islamic University in Gaza.
"In response to an appeal from the Palestinian Federation of Unions of University Professors and Employees, we are ready to say Israeli academics should not be on our campuses unless they explicitly condemn the university bombing and the assault on Gaza in general," said Sid Ryan, president of CUPE Ontario.
The resolution is still being drafted but the union said it will seek to prohibit Israeli academics from speaking, teaching or researching at Ontario universities. The CUPE committee will distribute the resolution to its members at the end of the month.
It will be put to a vote at the committee's annual conference in February.
....Someone needs to explain to me where the justice of this motion lies. I understand that the world hates war. I do. Really, I honestly truly do. I also understand that in the past 11 days 500 people have died in the attacks that Israel has directed at Gaza. But what about the fact that for over a year, the Hezbollah has been directing missiles into Southern Israel, targeting only civilian housing, restaurants, public transportations and shopping centers? What about the fact that Israel has slowly been chopping itself up and sacrificing pieces of its already miniscule amount of land in the name of "peace?" Why does the news only show us pictures of Muslim children with their faces smeared red? Why not show us the Jews and the Israelis who have died, who have lost their limbs and families and homes? For the first time in my naive little life, I'm reading the news and am terrified by what lies in front of me. Not only am I missing the justice of it, but the logic. And I'm scared. Years ago, the Holocaust was started because one man, one spineless yet brilliant foot-soldier, decided that he was angry at the world and that he would blame his problems on the Jews. Now, the world demands that the same people who sacrificed millions in times of war, who have bled and held their fire while their homes were methodically being destroyed, roll over and simply allow themselves to be destroyed? How is that fair? How is that just? How the hell does that uphold the value of humanity? Someone needs to explain this to me because I seriously can not seem to grasp it. The Holocaust began with the restriction of Jewish shops, and schools, and hours. Eventually evolving into the banning of all Jews from the streets, the schools, their own places of prayer, and finally the attempt to ban them from existence entirely. .....Now CUPE wants to ban any and all Israelis from all of the Province's Universities - no longer permitted them to teach, research or even use the facilities and/or buildings.... Does anyone else see the similarities? (for the full article: http://www.nationalpost.com/news/story.html?id=1144758) - Mood:scared
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| The things you learn when the decision to learn abroad has been made are staggering. Suddenly you find yourself disconnected from everything and everyone that you are leaving behind – in spite of the promises to stay in touch...to stay connected.
It becomes almost...disconcerting to return home. To expect visits and laughter and to be greeted by cold silence and text messages or phone calls that go unanswered.
I say almost because there really is a prevailing sense of disconnection that settles in the base of the spine and turns up the lips with a sardonic little twist for ever day that passes in the company of memories. It becomes commonplace to sift through them, and find all those times where gestures were made with the knowledge that really, were the tables turned, those gestures would not be reciprocated. Apparently, time makes a point of bringing the truth to light. It seems that I have become a spectator. And an expendable one at that. The circle that was once tight-knit and well oiled has become littered with gaps so large and gaping that not even the desperately futile attempts to throw rope bridges can hope to mend them. It is a game now – the counting down of hours and days, the waiting and the guessing of who will deign to call, and who will not.
Ultimately, this....this homecoming provided me with a great deal of insight into the crumbling walls of whatever remains. I leant my ear to those who wished to moan about the loss, while not being remotely willing to take action against it for fear of becoming “undesirable company.” Whatever. Maybe I’m selfish, but I know that, had our roles been reversed, no friend of mine who was returning from a lengthy period of schooling abroad would have been forced to spend 12 days alone, wondering why the hell people don’t want to see them. Unfortunately, I seem to be the only one who feels this way. - Tags:friends, life, rant
- Mood:annoyed
 - Music:Charlotte Sometimes - How I Could Just Kill a Man
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| To going out on a limb and digging around in the muck for the benefit of someone else’s students (Ryan you rock ;p)
To carting bins of frozen dirt back and forth for two days in a slow build of anticipation and the wild careening of butterflies throwing parties in and around your gut
To toting said bins through the school and apologizing to the janitor (more than once) about leaving track marks everywhere
To getting down and dirty in your best teacher clothes, and loving every mud-covered minute of it……even after you begin to lose feeling in your fingers because half of the mud is still frozen
To the wide-eyed glimmer of anticipation found on your students’ faces as they walk into a classroom re-decorated with garbage bags, quasi-plastic-spoon/shovels and the announcement of a scavenger hunt
To watching them abandon the spoons within seconds and dive in up to their elbows with glee
To smiles and laughter and smudges of muck across bright-eyed faces
But more importantly, to the lack of a single complaint when three chapters of reading are assigned…..because hey, if a literacy period can be this fun, then doing a novel study might not be such a bad thing after all…
I wish I had a camera
…*click*…
Cheers. - Tags:b.ed, life
- Mood:excited
 - Music:Shiny Toy Guns - Sky Fell Over Me
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