2.10.2006
Whatev.
Yeah...I wonder where I go sometimes too.
But, when it comes down to it, if I wrote shit on here, it would just be a bunch of school stories...so, replace my *oh-so-exciting* delivery driver stories...insert children in the place of customers...pencils for pizzas...and, um, the school bell for the constant repetition of "I Want Candy" in my head...and you'll have my new life!
Although, I honestly think Bow Wow Wow has settled down and made it's home in my brain...I'm sure I'll never be able to shake that one.
So, yeah. I worked with elementary school kids for the first time today..and, as expected, they were a completely different breed from the human teenager.
I think I like the teenagers because I don't really feel all that different from them...in a sense, I think it's why I have such a hard time leaving my food-service world. In this world, I go into work...in my comfy, baggy, not-so-flattering jeans...clock in, nod a "Sup, G..." to my manager, grab a Fanta for breakfast and proceed to the kitchen where I start my morning with a nice dose of loud Nirvana/Sonic Youth mix and begin the vegi-cheese-prep trance...........
Sometimes I think high schoolers would actually pay attention more if they were accustomed to hearing "their" music while they were in school....of course, their music would bug the living shit out of me...but, I'd get used to it. And, there's always a song or two that comes around that I just can't help but pick up and put into my mental jukebox (that's right, put your pom-poms down, gettin' everybody fired up..ooooooowwhoo...this my shit!)...but then again, there some kids who can't get their shit done with even a slight amount of noise around them.
I'm quite the opposite. I do my best reading at bars...take naps in noisy hallways...anyway...
Oh. And one more thing about the high schoolers...and then I'll stop...I'm getting made fun of by the SAME kids that I used to get made fun of by when I was IN high school! They wear the same freakin' clothes, same hair cuts and same sarcastic insults:
Kid (smirking, surrounded by friends trying to cover up their laughing): "Hey. I really like your outfit...where'd you get it? I'm going to ask my mom to buy me the exact same thing."
I've already heard that!!! Well, it just kinda confused me back then...why did they even bother?...as it does now...only, these days, it's much easier to laugh AT these kids.
That's about it. Nothing else has been going on in my life. Well, except that I got a new roommate. She seems pretty cool so far...of course, she's twenty...and, in the first night she stayed her, I was woken up by a muffled argument between her and the boyfriend. BUT...she's really friendly, likes my cats and isn't too demanding when it comes to her living space. So, I have faith.
So...yeah...really...THAT'S it. Look for another post from me sometime next eight to seventeen days...because, that's about as frequently as my brain's functioning these days.
But, when it comes down to it, if I wrote shit on here, it would just be a bunch of school stories...so, replace my *oh-so-exciting* delivery driver stories...insert children in the place of customers...pencils for pizzas...and, um, the school bell for the constant repetition of "I Want Candy" in my head...and you'll have my new life!
Although, I honestly think Bow Wow Wow has settled down and made it's home in my brain...I'm sure I'll never be able to shake that one.
So, yeah. I worked with elementary school kids for the first time today..and, as expected, they were a completely different breed from the human teenager.
I think I like the teenagers because I don't really feel all that different from them...in a sense, I think it's why I have such a hard time leaving my food-service world. In this world, I go into work...in my comfy, baggy, not-so-flattering jeans...clock in, nod a "Sup, G..." to my manager, grab a Fanta for breakfast and proceed to the kitchen where I start my morning with a nice dose of loud Nirvana/Sonic Youth mix and begin the vegi-cheese-prep trance...........
Sometimes I think high schoolers would actually pay attention more if they were accustomed to hearing "their" music while they were in school....of course, their music would bug the living shit out of me...but, I'd get used to it. And, there's always a song or two that comes around that I just can't help but pick up and put into my mental jukebox (that's right, put your pom-poms down, gettin' everybody fired up..ooooooowwhoo...this my shit!)...but then again, there some kids who can't get their shit done with even a slight amount of noise around them.
I'm quite the opposite. I do my best reading at bars...take naps in noisy hallways...anyway...
Oh. And one more thing about the high schoolers...and then I'll stop...I'm getting made fun of by the SAME kids that I used to get made fun of by when I was IN high school! They wear the same freakin' clothes, same hair cuts and same sarcastic insults:
Kid (smirking, surrounded by friends trying to cover up their laughing): "Hey. I really like your outfit...where'd you get it? I'm going to ask my mom to buy me the exact same thing."
I've already heard that!!! Well, it just kinda confused me back then...why did they even bother?...as it does now...only, these days, it's much easier to laugh AT these kids.
That's about it. Nothing else has been going on in my life. Well, except that I got a new roommate. She seems pretty cool so far...of course, she's twenty...and, in the first night she stayed her, I was woken up by a muffled argument between her and the boyfriend. BUT...she's really friendly, likes my cats and isn't too demanding when it comes to her living space. So, I have faith.
So...yeah...really...THAT'S it. Look for another post from me sometime next eight to seventeen days...because, that's about as frequently as my brain's functioning these days.
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You should get one of those teardrop tattoos on your face --- it'll scare the fuck outta the kids and make your fellow subs hand over the snackcakes in their lunchboxes to you. It's win-win, yo?
Well, the principal might not dig it so much... Just worry about that later.
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Well, the principal might not dig it so much... Just worry about that later.
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