Wednesday, 17 February 2010
I'd rather put my hand in hot glue.
I am so very very angry at the MDA right now. Tomorrow, it'll turn into disappointment. But right now, I am just extraordinarily angry.
Tuesday, 16 February 2010
Mentoring!
Today I got to meet the 5 first year students I'll be mentoring for the year. Woohoo! 4 girls (just graduated from highschool), one guy (who graduated in 'o8 like us second years... and he's been working for the past year).
Pretty cool bunch. a couple sing/dance/act/play an instrument (or some combination of the above). One guy has a last fm account xD so I'll add as soon as I can get facebook to work. And we'll meet up for coffee next week, and next year we'll be friends for ever and ever.
No, I'm kidding. I'll stick around as long as they need me/can cope with my craziness >_>
During the introductory speeches we did impromptu skits. I was the "annoying girl with the mobile phone" a.k.a. "Urine sample girl" Got the idea from the Chasers: below.
*phone rings* (from across the room, someone yells SHUT UP!)
Me: Hello, I called you earlier? Yeah you know the urine sample I was supposed to give you? I keep missing the cup. I put it in a bottle *pulls out bottle of berocca*. Is that ok? Alright I'll be there in a sec. Bye" *exit stage left*
Yeah... FUN!
Then I picked out my mentees, and took them to a classroom to drug them... er I mean get to know them. I got them to imagine that they were shipwrecked for a day... and pulled out a roll of toilet paper.
They had to take as much paper as they thought they'd need. I took about twenty sheets (just to set an example). The catch to this game is that for every square of toilet paper you took, you had to tell the group a fact about yourself. That was fun, and very educating =D
I took them on a tour of the uni, then we had lunch.
Then after that I went to dance practice... which was fail.
TL;DR: Mentoring: WIN. Dancing: FAIL.
Pretty cool bunch. a couple sing/dance/act/play an instrument (or some combination of the above). One guy has a last fm account xD so I'll add as soon as I can get facebook to work. And we'll meet up for coffee next week, and next year we'll be friends for ever and ever.
No, I'm kidding. I'll stick around as long as they need me/can cope with my craziness >_>
During the introductory speeches we did impromptu skits. I was the "annoying girl with the mobile phone" a.k.a. "Urine sample girl" Got the idea from the Chasers: below.
*phone rings* (from across the room, someone yells SHUT UP!)
Me: Hello, I called you earlier? Yeah you know the urine sample I was supposed to give you? I keep missing the cup. I put it in a bottle *pulls out bottle of berocca*. Is that ok? Alright I'll be there in a sec. Bye" *exit stage left*
Yeah... FUN!
Then I picked out my mentees, and took them to a classroom to drug them... er I mean get to know them. I got them to imagine that they were shipwrecked for a day... and pulled out a roll of toilet paper.
They had to take as much paper as they thought they'd need. I took about twenty sheets (just to set an example). The catch to this game is that for every square of toilet paper you took, you had to tell the group a fact about yourself. That was fun, and very educating =D
I took them on a tour of the uni, then we had lunch.
Then after that I went to dance practice... which was fail.
TL;DR: Mentoring: WIN. Dancing: FAIL.
Monday, 15 February 2010
Passive aggressive teaching methods
Gotta love giving 10 year olds what for and a good old beat down speech.
Naw I'm kidding, the kids that I teach are fricking adorable.
I never yell... I just sneak up behind them while they're busy chatting to their neighbour... and remind them in a sweet but sinister voice that they ought to be doing work... and that I'd be watching.
I am a creepy, creepy teacher.
But hey, it shuts the kids up. Rule with the fist of fear, right Machiavelli?
Speaking of work, I may have neglected to mention (okay... I neglected to mention it on purpose) that the new guy at work is approximately 14 months younger than I am.
If I were Christian, I would probably be going to hell.
As it stands, I am not. I am a Buddhist. I will most likely be reborn as a worm. A WORM.
This momentary lapse into silliness was brought to you by Dilmah: Peach Tea + giant spoon of sugar. And pizza.
Naw I'm kidding, the kids that I teach are fricking adorable.
I never yell... I just sneak up behind them while they're busy chatting to their neighbour... and remind them in a sweet but sinister voice that they ought to be doing work... and that I'd be watching.
I am a creepy, creepy teacher.
But hey, it shuts the kids up. Rule with the fist of fear, right Machiavelli?
Speaking of work, I may have neglected to mention (okay... I neglected to mention it on purpose) that the new guy at work is approximately 14 months younger than I am.
If I were Christian, I would probably be going to hell.
As it stands, I am not. I am a Buddhist. I will most likely be reborn as a worm. A WORM.
This momentary lapse into silliness was brought to you by Dilmah: Peach Tea + giant spoon of sugar. And pizza.
Thursday, 11 February 2010
*awkward silence*
Yeah, hate when they happen:
- like when you reveal that you know something about someone... except they've never told you... you found out on facebook.
- Or when you blurt out that someone is cute... but you don't actually know them... and they're a shop assistant.
- Or when you realise mid-conversation that you've been spending a lot of time with a certain co-worker... alone... and that you don't want other co-workers to think that something is happening between the two of you... so you stop talking for a bit.
- Or when you bump into a high-school school mate and have a conversation and he keeps looking at his watch... so you tell him you've got to go home.
Yeah. And I thought I'd get less awkward the older I got =/
- like when you reveal that you know something about someone... except they've never told you... you found out on facebook.
- Or when you blurt out that someone is cute... but you don't actually know them... and they're a shop assistant.
- Or when you realise mid-conversation that you've been spending a lot of time with a certain co-worker... alone... and that you don't want other co-workers to think that something is happening between the two of you... so you stop talking for a bit.
- Or when you bump into a high-school school mate and have a conversation and he keeps looking at his watch... so you tell him you've got to go home.
Yeah. And I thought I'd get less awkward the older I got =/
Tuesday, 9 February 2010
Whacked out happenings
Wednesday 3/2/10
1) At parra station, a guy came up and asked me for $2 to get home. Then he muttered incoherently at me.
2) Also at parra station, a guy who seemed fairly well dressed walked up to the bin next to my bench and started sifting through the contents, first targeting coffee cups, then finally finding half an old donut. He picked it out and ate it as he walked off.
Thursday 4/2/10
1) Learned some more belly dancing
2) Spotted one of the Kelly Brothers working hard on something.
Saturday 6/2/10
1) Spud's birthday party. Passion pop, people wearing paper bags on their head and passive floating sensations in my head.
Monday 8/2/10
1) Fun neck hurting times from all the hair flicking/head banging/dancing on saturday
2) weird dizziness after watching rotating advertisements on tv in the middle of the food court
Tuesday 9/2/10
1) Witnessed a prang on one of three main roads. A car pulled into the bus lane of the main road to escape traffic. Simultaneously a car sped down an intersecting main road, turned into the main road i was standing on. Speeding car collided with car pulling out. Literally jumped back a bit (parts of car were flying around at low velocities)
2) Did some student mentor training. Swapped name tags with a dude at the end of the day, and got funny looks from people walking past.
3) saw the londonette's ex boyfriend on the bus to towers. Saw said ex do a double take at the name tag (or me... I'm not sure if I look different to 10 years ago or whatever)
1) At parra station, a guy came up and asked me for $2 to get home. Then he muttered incoherently at me.
2) Also at parra station, a guy who seemed fairly well dressed walked up to the bin next to my bench and started sifting through the contents, first targeting coffee cups, then finally finding half an old donut. He picked it out and ate it as he walked off.
Thursday 4/2/10
1) Learned some more belly dancing
2) Spotted one of the Kelly Brothers working hard on something.
Saturday 6/2/10
1) Spud's birthday party. Passion pop, people wearing paper bags on their head and passive floating sensations in my head.
Monday 8/2/10
1) Fun neck hurting times from all the hair flicking/head banging/dancing on saturday
2) weird dizziness after watching rotating advertisements on tv in the middle of the food court
Tuesday 9/2/10
1) Witnessed a prang on one of three main roads. A car pulled into the bus lane of the main road to escape traffic. Simultaneously a car sped down an intersecting main road, turned into the main road i was standing on. Speeding car collided with car pulling out. Literally jumped back a bit (parts of car were flying around at low velocities)
2) Did some student mentor training. Swapped name tags with a dude at the end of the day, and got funny looks from people walking past.
3) saw the londonette's ex boyfriend on the bus to towers. Saw said ex do a double take at the name tag (or me... I'm not sure if I look different to 10 years ago or whatever)
Friday, 5 February 2010
I am a pervert.
Probably.
New guy at work. Talks very fast (walks even faster). Kind of witty, sort of pretty. Odd sort of name too.
Has a physique like a shop mannequin. He has the elusive triangle shaped torso. It'd be a very interesting shape to draw if I was was an artist. Except I'm not. Unfortunately (or fortunately depending on how you think about it) he looks rather nice in long sleeved shirts, especially if they're tucked in.
Um.
In other news:
- Pay rise
- Volunteered for Student Mentoring 2010
- Performing for O-week
- Booked tickets for Thailand for the end of the year
- Bought my first pair of high heels with my own money
- Cousins from NZ popped by over the holidays. Went to various places, ate at various restaurants.
New guy at work. Talks very fast (walks even faster). Kind of witty, sort of pretty. Odd sort of name too.
Has a physique like a shop mannequin. He has the elusive triangle shaped torso. It'd be a very interesting shape to draw if I was was an artist. Except I'm not. Unfortunately (or fortunately depending on how you think about it) he looks rather nice in long sleeved shirts, especially if they're tucked in.
Um.
In other news:
- Pay rise
- Volunteered for Student Mentoring 2010
- Performing for O-week
- Booked tickets for Thailand for the end of the year
- Bought my first pair of high heels with my own money
- Cousins from NZ popped by over the holidays. Went to various places, ate at various restaurants.
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