As Promised: A Collection of Random Observations and Experiences

Well today was a PEACH! In my second class there is an evil, devil child named Steve. This is the kid that loves to play naive and innocent to authority figures when he is called to answer for his crimes, yet go spanish inquisition on my a$$ when it is just us in the class. We play a game in this class called crazy cards (like UNO with some small variations). If we don't play Steve acts up. When we do play he has to be in charge of shuffling and dealing the cards; all the while, he is looking at the cards and taking the wilds so that he can win. He was cheating very badly today, and so I said that there would be no crazy cards because of him. Teacher's trick, create disciplin by having the students police themselves. Well Steven then went on to flip me te bird, with both hands, and call me the equivalent of bigfaced, facist-American (not a true translation, but I was told that was his meaning). What did the secretary say when I asked for help? "Just a kid." That was it. I put my foot down and said, "I won't teach him today, and I won't teach until he is disciplined!" --What is wrong with this country, when acts such as this go unpunished?--

What else has made this a special coupl of days? If you have been following my blog, you possibly remember that I have an mentally infirm co-worker. Well, I guess she has figured that enough time has passed since the last time I told her off, and she is back. I was going to get a drink by myself last weekend and unwind. I am turning the corner to enter the bar when low and behold she is coming out at the exact same time. She says her friends just left and she was bored and on her way home. But, now that I am here she said, " I am going to hang out with you tonight." In my head I was screaming obscenities and burning with anger. I said okay and thought that I could send her messages that would have her leaving soon--not talking to her, being distant, talking about girls. This did not do anything. Said girl is a raging alcoholic and before too long began to get drunk. She started to touch me and try to hold my hand. I told her not to and that it was inappropriate. Eventually, I left to go meet friends. What did she do? She said, "Okay, I am coming with you." We get to the next place, and when I meet my friends I ditch her and ignore her completely. The next two hours she harasses me that I am not paying attention to her and that I need to dance with her; I say no. She keeps bothering me and eventually grabs me and pulls me by my nice ironed, oxford shirt. This is the proverbial "STRAW". I gave her a serious, with no embellishment, piece of my mind. Did this do anything to asuage her routine phone calls and texts? NOPE! I have been bombarded still with texts for dinner dates and movie dates. What else can I do. "So much is lost in translation."

Squatters. This nation is a country of squatters. It is really very odd. Mostly in the older generations I have noticed it, but I do see it amongst the young from time to time. People of all ages in the middle of sidewalks, outside restaurants, in back alley's and outside malls can be seen in the catcher's position, man or woman. They just sit there and read or drink, eat or converse. It cannot be comfortable and is quite odd to see; especially, since most are dressed in business clothes (shirt and tie, pant-suits, and so on). I don't get it. I do believe it goes hand and hand with the freakish amount of freakish orthopaedic problems that I see many times throughout the day. People walking permanently hunched over. Joints can be seen bent and disfunctional. At times it does look very gruesome.

KICKS ASS: I am getting a hair cut tomorrow. My hair looks totally UNSAT and nappy. If the cut goes bad, I will do as I always have and go bald again.

SUCKS ASS: This is also a nation where people don't cover up for sneezes and coughs. Two little girls that sit next to me in class are both sick with hacking coughs. for forty-five minutes today I sat sandwiched between to hacking, unapologetic little girls. I was furious, and I am screwed. I await the sickness that is to undoubtedly befall me.