happy ho ho ho holidays

Happy holidays everyone!

What are you leaving out for Santa to snack on tonight?

a new post

Today I really did not feel well. So I did not go to work. I feel like crap. But. It did give me a whole day to just think. And think, I did.

About health. About this body that we have and how we need to take care of it. So I've made decisions about supplements and vitamins to increase my energy and my vitality. I don't want to be this low energy anymore. I refuse to suffer from headaches every day, taking pain killers every day until my body builds immunity to every pain killer in existence. You can't just not take pain killers, then you're incapacitated completely. you have to get to the root of the problem and deal. y'know what i'm sayin?

i thought about my roommate too. When we first moved in together I was high energy and really contributing, but lately I've been almost lethargic. She's not complaining but she's pulling her weight and some of mine too. better than not complaining about me, she constantly exhibits her care for me by trying to help. so I got to get better.

i thought about work. I miss the retail lifestyle. not sitting in front of a computer all day and attached to a phone having machines suck the life out of me. i need to find some retail management training program and get back to the kind of job I really liked.

most of all, i thought about God and His Word. And about all the above in light of the word. What is true worship? How do we truly worship? To worship in spirit and in truth, or to truly worship by spirit, does this not mean that the holy spirit is our access to truly worship? And then, is worship not everything? Our thoughts; our words; our actions; our emotions; our choices. The way we love people around us? The way we decide, one thought at a time, to be better? The way we speak the truth in love to one another? yes. what about the food we eat? the way we scrub the toilet? the television shows we choose to watch? the way we treat the girl at the coffee shop when she takes too long making our cappucino?

You're thinking "Wow, it is so great that she didn't just waste her day watching soaps..." Ha. Shows what you know. Days of Our Lives and As the World Turns kicked ass today!

forget it...

I was going to post, because people have been bugging me, but I don't know what the hell to say. so bite me.

I'll post later.

Summer of 1984

I found two letters, written to my mom within 3 days of each other. Both made me cry. A lot. One is by me, at the age of 8 but almost 9, written while at my paternal grandparents home in P.E.I. And the other is by my grandmother, her mother, age unimportant. A wonderful, eloquent, loving and thoughtful woman who I haven't thought of really, for a while. But I love her and the impact she's had on our lives.

Tuesday July 10th
Hi, I'm fine. Who wone the baseball game? Is Matthew being good? I am assigned to put Charlie outside and bring her in. and I'm helping nanny in the garden. anyway I'm getting bord so I think I'll go and play outside so give Matthew and dad a kiss for me. I'm having lots of fun. see you soon. xoxo

Is daddy making a lot of money? you don't have to give me your smurf cup if you don't want to okay? I miss you so much.
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo
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P.S.
I'm keeping my room clean.
nanny helps me with my bed.
I LOVE YOU!!!!

amid the trees
(and black flies)
July 13th, 1984

Dear Nancy,
This has been a very restuful and intersting holiday so far. The weather has been, for the most part fantastic - we did have three days of rain, two of them in a row, but that makes me appreciat ethe sun when it does break forth. Today I think Olive and I got a little toom much sun but we were in the water most of the time and when we were on the barge there was quite a cool breeze.
I've written to Kristin (also to your brother and will write a joint letter ot your Dad & Eleanor when I finish this one). Anyway, I sent Kristin a picture of herself taken by Win Scott in the next cottage three years ago, with their dog and son Michael. It is just a lovely picture of Kristin so I hope she remembers to take it home with her when she comes. Do you hear from her often? I'm sure she's having a ball but you must miss her.
Have been thinking about Matthew and wondering when his little operation is due. Give him a big hug for me. I hope Jim isn't working TOO hard. You can give him a hug too.
....
Nancy, I'm ashamed to admit it but I still haven't finishe my essay! The time seems to so quickly, not that we really do all that much but I will have to finish it soon.
On Monday Olive and Len are having a phone put in the cottage so we'll have to stick around for that. I guess having a phone up here is a mixed blessing - what I like about it here is that it is so peaceful.
I am fine and healthy (we have avoided fattening desserts except for 2 ice cream cones and dessert at Tally Ho) and am enjoying myself very much.
Hope you are fine too, Nancy, and look forward to seeing you when I get back. I miss you all. Try to take it easy & have some fun.
Jim, too.

Your loving mother.
P.S. The black flies Love Me. My neck and scalp are covered!
Me.

*****
Mom, I left out the stuff about all of Nanny's friends and cousins and social interactions because, well, I didn't recognize any names. Try not to cry too much, okay?
I've been thinking about my roots. Where I come from. And where I want to go. The kind of family I'd like to create some day. So much of what I remember is love and intelligence and beauty. Understanding and compassion. Imperfections, flaws, not so well hidden and that's okay. Inspiration to grow comes from knowing it's okay to grow - mom and dad, nanny and grampa and elly and bob will love me still. I would not be the person I am today if not for this. I was an odd kid. Never quite fit in. I remember liking it. Being brave enough to stand out and just sit under the tree and read no matter how weird they thought I was. being a kid is hard, but if you feel safe enough you can grow - the sky is the limit.

alright. I know this post is too long. More next time.

great minds think alike

To laugh often and love much; to win the respect of intelligent persons and the affection of children; to earn the approbation of honest critics; to appreciate beauty; to give of one's self, to leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition; to have played and laughed with enthusiasm and sung with exultation; to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived
---that is to have succeeded

Ralph Waldo Emerson

Kristy and I both got inspired by this quote from separate sources in recent days. I can't even remember where I read this recently but I loved it and wanted to post it. And there, on Kristy's blog, she posted it.

I have a lot of things on my mind these days and am processing sooooo much that these inspirational quotes keep me going. That and my 3 girlfriends which are providing me the "big big loan from the girls zone" that I so need.

So, later.

hi hi hi!

dudes, are my posts too long?

An Ecclesiastes Kind of Day.

hello, all. what's up? Jacq --> heyah! it's been good talking to you today. Have you ever had a post almost finished and then just before you publish it you lose it? shit. that sucks. It was so good. ah well. it's interesting that I can't just dig into my psyche to find it. tells me that the whole point of writing is just to get it out of you. once it's gone, generally speaking it doesn't matter if anyone reads it. I don't have to deal with it anymore. It's gone.

Oh I was talking about how I think it's wild that we care what the other one thinks of us. Like we want nothing more than to know the other has read our most recent posts. After all the shit we put each other through back then. do you think he reads our blogs? {does butler ever read douglas coupland?} no, me either. it'd be cool. Sometimes I think he thinks my whole life revolves around him, that everything comes back to him. I'll be the first to admit that there was a time that it could be argued, but it was a very short time. He probably isn't That self centred, but I know he doesn't really know who I am outside of him.

I'm feeling very odd today. Like I have so much I need to do but I really just don't want to do anything but sleep and veg in front of the tube. Like I have to post and send e-mails and do some research and commune but I can't dredge up the energy. Feeling tight and a little sore and not really sad but not particularly happy either. It's okay this day is almost over. Tomorrow will be good, it'll be fresh and new and not vanity at all. That's it, it's what I call An Ecclesiastes Kind of Day. The race is not to the swift, there's a time to every season, all is vanity. But you know that Ecclesiastes also says:
(chapter 12:13) All has been heard; the end of the matter is: Fear God (revere and worship Him, knowing that He is) and keep His commandments, for this is the whole of man (the full, original purpose of his creation, the object of God's providence, the root of character, the foundation of all happiness, the adjustment to all inharmonious circumstances and conditions under the sun) and the whole duty for every man.
(v. 14) For God shall bring every work into judgment; with every secret thing, whether it is good or evil.
(This is from the amplified version of the Bible)

Basically it doesn't matter what happens or what we do -- it matters how we handle what comes our way and where we get our strength and inspiration from. Time and chance happens to us all. But what do we do with our God given strengths, abilities and grace to make it all better? That's what's going to matter at the end of the day. And I would say this one wasn't quite a waste.

Have you really left me behind?

this post is really for only one person. who, if she ever comes here will know it's for her.

I think about you every day. No kidding. the obvious: when I go to Just Breathe and you're conspicuously absent from the daily discussions and other fun stuff going on, I wonder if you ever lurk. And I bet you read my posts and it makes you so mad. How dare life go on for her without me! I know, I feel the same. Except I see no evidence of you... at any of the old haunts. stomping grounds. when i see the mugs you bought me with the M&M's on them, when I listen to my Alicia Keys CD, when I watch Soap Operas or anything remotely angsty. Whenever I watch the National or talk about politics. (I can't even bring my self to watch the BBC News)
the not so obvious: whenever I think about thinking, or think about things that most people wouldn't understand. you would understand. if I see 2 rocking chairs. when I want someone to be able to look at my face or hear the inflection in my voice and not only know what i'm thinking, but know How I Feel about thinking what I'm thinking. No one does. Even "Steve" sometimes has no idea why I'm blathering on about whatever I'm blathering on about. though he tries.
When I have a new crush (not that it happens all that often...) I need to be able to talk about the way his face changed so subtly when he looked at me last night, or when he said that certain word that i love ("...the bain of my existence...") or just why he is The One I'll never get over. (I still haven't...over any of them! Even the first one! You knew that.) Everyone else just laughs about my crushiness, say that I'm so funny. They don't understand why I connect with guys Like That and that it's one of the things that make me interesting. It adds to me as a person. There's always something about him that I really admire and I want to look deeper at it. Each one of these things makes me who I am.

okay. 15 years of friendship down the drain. this is a really hard thing to write about. I don't know how to end this muhfoh. dude, I hope you see this.

what have I left behind?

what a crap week. my company that I work for, like I mentioned last time, is a fucking joke. an absolute joke. don't get me wrong I like everyone there, just about. a few people I've even really grown to love - that comes so easily to me. but they do not work as a team, they work as little factions and all have such malleable loyalties if you can call them that. they are all stagnant and have really stopped evolving. that's what happens when your boss really does nothing to help people grow, because he's a spineless, second generation little brat who acts with integrity only when it's convenient for him. That's the point of integrity, dude, if you don't have it in the tough times you don't really have it. You know?

Okay, people can evolve even if work sucks. but work actually SUCKS like a vacuum. it steals your energy and your desire and your fuel to grow and expand your horizons and become more integrated and whole as a human being. So I understand why they've given up. I will never give up. And I must must must do whatever I can to help some of these people give up their giving up. I must. Then, and only then will I feel like it's okay to move on from that place. (For anyone who is asking why I don't just leave.)

blog a blog

I don't know how Justin does this everyday. I love to blog, but somedays it's so hard to find something to write about, ya know? but my roommate just started blogging a week ago and she's posted four times. so she's on my case "when are you gonna blog again" all the time!

but I have some sort of random thoughts...

I just took an iq test at i.q. test dot com. I guess I should be happy that I'm as smart as it said (157, but I'm taking that with a grain of salt. i'm a genius, right? but if i'm a genius, why am I a fucking receptionist? I mean, I'm a reaaaaaaally good receptionist, but there you have it. what do i do with my geniousity? Cuz, right now, I'm doin nothing. I could go on. but i won't.

I still LOVE Wil Wheaton. A lot.

I miss my soap operas. I miss working at Starbuck's so I can watch my soap operas.

I still didn't buy my Quantum Leap DVD and I haven't seen Star Trek Enterprise in regularly since season 2. When the season premiere of season 4 is on I'm going to be so lost. Sorry Scott, I do still love you....

Steve, Gord, Deb, Aseolites --- how was the Art Gallery? Did Dan go? I didn't go. I suck. But I... ah shit , I don't know. I just suck!

I am a complete geek in my love of my new apartment. It's stupid. I have to go do the dishes soon.

Elisabeth recognized an old love of mine on the bus from a picture I showed her 2 days ago. She sat beside him. yikes. Hi Ken.

Life is crazy. My job, or rather the company I work at, is so bizarre. streamlining? communication? process? respect? teamwork? these are like alien concepts.

yeah, I think that's why I don't blog so often. It's not that I don't have anything to say, It's that I have so much to say but barely the energy to filter it.

The burden of genius...

New Blog! New Blog!

elisabeth's voice

Check it out okay? it's good. but still read mine too, cause it's good too. she's funny and honest and has a unique perspective on just about everything so read it.

so... What are you reading these days?

does "butler" ever read douglas coupland?

yes, I still think about Butler. whenever I read something that is absolutely and mind-alteringly awesome, I think about how butler introduced me to Siddhartha. And all things Kurt Voneggut. And I think about how we communed around Albert Camus - The Outsider, The Myth of Sisyphus, The Fall, and Jack Kerouac and Neil Cassady. How impressed butler was when I told him i'd read "Off the Road" by Carolyn Cassady. (Dan lent me this book, and I still have it. I'll give it back, Dan, I promise. Do you ever read this blog of mine? I used to read yours every day and comment, but you never commented back. dan, sometimes it's like your heart and your mind is right in the same space with mine, and other times (most times, really) you stand with your back to me and leave me out, figuratively and literally. do i register even on your periphery?... sorry, digression)
and then It was fun to be able to introduce butler to an author he'd never heard of - Don DeLillo - and have him enjoy that. Dan introduced me to DeLillo.

last night, visiting the old joint, butler wasn't there, but derek was, and (he asked me what I was reading! my weakness, is when a boy cares about what I'm reading more than impressing me by what he's reading or what he's read. boys that are impressed by me. that is my weakness. I digress. I'll come back to this later or another day.) so anyway, derek, who I might see again in a couple of months, told me if i ever wanted to read more coupland he's got a library. microserfs, life after God, the other one i haven't read but can't remember the name of. and he's never read hey, nostrodamus! so he can borrow mine any time.

please, can i go through the rest of my life without racking up too many more of these life-altering, never completely die, achingly bittersweet "crush"es? ya know, they gotta come up with a better term for this. I'm almost 30 and they are not crushes. they are these connections, ties, that i can't or won't sever. love? not really lust. i'm not really particularly lusty. how can i ever be someone's wife? i guess i'll have to leave these boys and my ties to them behind me. someday.

So should i have changed the names of the not particularly innocent, to protect myself?

a new home a new roommate a new cat a new life?

Saturday was moving day. Now I live within walking distance of most of the people I know. The only places I have to travel to are work (30 minutes on the bus) and my folks places (about 45 minutes on the bus). the roommate thing is great. there's always someone there to talk about and it doesn't feel silly to cook dinner anymore. the cat is sweet and funny and a little insane.
the pad is big, bright and roomy with big ceilings so no one will bump their heads like in my old place.
but i've missed buffy and angel all week because of the lag in the cable service and i miss having e-mail at home. but again, the new computer comes on monday so i can't wait.

now, i'm finally reading "Hey Nostradamus!" my second Douglas Coupland novel. it's really something. a very interesting view on humanity. as individuals, we're intriguing, multi-faceted, stubborn, sometimes amoral but usually searching for an understanding of God, of how to be moral. sometimes people stop searching. which is why as a whole, humanity is pretty disgusting and hideous to each other. this book is very quotable - i find myself reading passages thinking that this would make a great post. I feel like he's maybe a very important author. Like Vonnegut.

okay. more later...

what a nice boy

Once upon a time, there was a little girl who had a ball of anger in her belly. this ball was so big and radioactive that it made her sick. all kinds of sick; her heart hurt, her mind hurt, her head hurt, her toes hurt, even her fingers and her earlobes hurt. this little girl also had a very big heart, but the radioactive ball sent out poisons that kept everything from working properly, especially her heart. So she didn't know how to love the way she was made to love, she didn't know how to be happy and trust when someone loved her.

The little girl wasn't born with the ball in her belly. It grew and grew from everytime the little girl was afraid of something and she buried that fear deep inside of her. For a long time, there was nobody to help the little girl to see that she didn't need to be afraid or sad or angry. because everyone around her had their own fears and balls of anger to deal with. Until one day, a kind boy was passing by the little girl's yard and he told her something nobody had ever told her before. That there's no need to fear! He said God's love is stronger, more resilient than any poison, his light can cut through any darkness. he can take that anger, fear, and sadness from you and make you like you never had it. You can be a new person, all you have to do is rest in God. Trust in him for everything.
Isaiah 50:10 Who is among you that feareth the Lord, that obeyeth the voice of his servant, that walketh in darkness and hath no light? let him trust in the name of the Lord and stay upon his God.

Last JUMP tutouring session today

Today is the last session of JUMP Math for the year. It's a special one, with older students getting ready to go into High School. I am so nervous, and so excited. I believe this is going to be quite challenging. But I'm so enthusiastic about this program, I really believe in what they're doing. John Mighton, the founder, wrote this book called "The Myth of Ability" that basically says, that there is no such thing as an Un-Math brain. Every child can be talented in math, and no child should ever be made to feel untalented. It just requires patience and a new approach... teach them to follow the steps. Don't let them guess. Give them praise for their successes.

I haven't read the book. but I plan to, over the summer. I'm getting a new, real job soon. i sure do hope, i'll still be able to do tutoring in the fall.

gotta go get ready to go. I'll let you know how it goes!

when your heart has butterflies inside it

similar theme from my other blog, I guess.

I'm watching Mr. Roger's Neighbourhood, and he just had a guest on who sang this song as well as doing the sign language. I know I'm 27, but I can't help it. Mr. Roger's Neighbourhood is such a wonderful show. Probably this will come in handy when I become a Child Psychologist. Did I tell you, that's what I want to do? Anyway. the song. it's sooooo sweet, and so. so. so. i have the butterflies. sometimes your heart is so full it hurts, usually when you wonder if that special someone even wants your love. but you never stop loving. you never stop wanting your heart to be full.

when your heart has butterflies inside it
then your heart is full of love
when your heart is overflowing
then your heart is full of love
when your heart beats for that special someone
then your heart is full of love
when your heart has room for everybody
then your heart is full of love

Mr. Roger's said this:
Love isn't a state of perfect caring. It is an active noun like "struggle." To love someone is to strive to accept that person exactly the way he or she is, right here and now--and to go on caring even through times that may bring us pain.

these are links to some Mr. Roger's quote pages.

You Are Special
Relationships
Difficult Situations
Communicating
Students
Parenthood
Parents, Child-Care Providers, and Teachers
Growing in Adulthood

love. Dr. Victor Paul Weirwille said "You can get enough criticism real quick, but you can never get enough love." And, actually, this is my favourite one "The best way to get people to love you is to love them." and of course "A person needs to be loved the most when they deserve to be loved the least." It may sound trite, or obvious, or cliche, but the more you love people, the more love you have to give. Like it's a muscle that grows. Or something.

ok, ttfn!

love kristin!

digression - so this is what they mean when they say NeoCons...

www.newamericancentury.org/index.html

steve, dan -- this is for you. i nearly passed out when i saw this. did you guys check out the Bertrand Russell thing? the link is over there ------> I actually heard it live on the radio. it's tres cool! anyway. new american century. that sounds so benign, no? freaking scary. this think tank with propose policies of US hegemony is actually related to the radio documentary. to see if this think tank set Bush's agenda and to see if this breaks international law. anyway. I just find it interesting. I thought you would too.

so. do you guys like my new blog appearance? pretty cool, huh? Kristy! where are you buddy?

where are my shades?

because the future's lookin sooooo brite!
well, today. my first day online at home. can you stand the excitement?

3 weeks and counting.... Season 1 of Quantum Leap. I know I said that last time, but man. i'm really excited. I've been on for hours, though, and I still haven't gone over and read my favourite weblog, Wil Wheaton dot net. I'm letting the anticipation build up. ahhh. wil wheaton. i heart him.

so I don't really have anything too deep to say right now, i'm just kind of stuck at the top layer, floating along. it's okay. life is okay. i've got a really great long weekend to look forward too, the Distillery District Jazz Festival saturday afternoon and maybe to my dad's for a barbecue on sunday if he permits. dad's "doin up a mess of ribs and chicken..."
now i've really got to start getting serious about writing my script before I get distracted too far away from the story I have to tell. anybody know how to START a movie script? yowza.

next time: plunging the depths.

2 months later

I should really post, eh? so... what's up? I have a computer at home now, but I'm still not online. as soon it's set up I will be able to post more often. when inspiration hits, I won't have to fit it into the schedule of the free internet cafe, I'll just have to turn on my little iBook! yay! a Mac! in my possession! did I tell you what a loyal "Mac Person" I am? You know there's only 2 types of people in this world, mac people and pc people. so i'm quite happy about this deal.

oh man. busy girl. work sucks. energy is lagging. money is tight. but i got this computer. and I'm working on my resume. and i'm working on my movie - sort of. so things are pretty cool, ya know?

okay. i'm pretty much done now. oh! season one Quantum Leap DVD is coming out in like 3 weeks and I can't wait! ohhhh. i heart quantum leap! and, young and the restless was okay today, but no michael and kevin. i guess wayne brady was only on for the one day. but it looks like Jack and Phyllis might be heading for a reunion... um yeah. today was a day off. okay, now I'm done.

I've been thinking about people lately...

people that I used to know. people who i wonder where they are now. people I miss. it's so strange how you lose people, and don't think about them for a long time, and then all of a sudden you want them very intensely back in your life, and you have no way of making it happen.

what ever happened to Ricky? he was a boy who had cerebral palsy that was a family friend when I was a kid. do you know, dad? he was the son of your friend danny I think? I remember watching a movie with him in the basement, it was years after we'd seen them and they came over for a visit. I know he wasn't my best friend or anything, but I just remember that time really clearly he really loved the movie that was on and wanted to share it with me. it was nice.

about a year ago, I worked at a temp job in an office, and the guy who was at the desk next to me became a very good friend. we talked all the time, we went for coffee breaks with another girl, and sometimes just him and I went for walks together to the real nice coffee place down the street. his name was Yves, and I have no way to find him, not really. but I miss him! (I used to joke around and tell him we could go make out in the lounge - great fun!) I was on the streetcar yesterday, and I passed the area, and I scanned everywhere if I could see him and Juliana out for a break. well that job was really crappy, the people were horrible with only few exceptions. yves, juliana, josh was good for a laugh, and of course, me. i am sure they aren't there anymore. we took a lot of coffee breaks.

oh well, people, I love you. don't disappear.

today

i'm reading selected letters of Jack Kerouac 1940-1956. letters from Jack to his friends and family - except sometimes there's a reply back from Neal Cassady. Neal was the author of 1 book in his life, but he is one of the most often spoken-about "figures" of the beat generation. perhaps because he could have written more - he had so much "potential" (a truly controversial concept with me...) I am absolutely loving this book. it makes me sad that we don't write letters anymore, and i think I may just have to start writing letters on a regular basis. there's always so much to say and so much to share, and i always feel, after writing that I know myself better. my other favourite correspondence book is Boris Pasternak and Olga Freidenberg. Boris was the author of Doctor Zhivago, and Olga was his cousin and closest trusted friend and confidante. she was also a very noted scholar and really lived quite a life. that was also, for me, such a great way to learn about history from such a personal perspective. so that's what I'm doing.

work. no, i'm not going to talk about work. most of my time is spent at work or thinking about work, and as much as i enjoy my job, i am very stressed out lately because of the training and progressing that i am doing. i am looking forward to taking the next step, but i am also quite wary, because i do not want this company to own me. i have so much else to do. you know?

ttfn!

jump math pizza social and today's tutouring

today was so great! i did a one on one with a girl in grade 4 in the library. we worked on fractions, decimals and subtracting with borrowing. okay, i got a little confused at this part but it worked out okay. just walked around the classes helping kids with their homework, and during recess, had a nice chat with one of the other tutors. next week i have to get his name... i feel like we're pals, except... oh and he reminds me of the guy in almost famous who plays cameron crowe. nobody cried today, but one girl almost made me cry. kids can put up walls too, you know. i wonder what has to happen to a nine year old girl to make her be so self-protective. any insight kristy?

and i got an invitation to an upcoming social for all the jump volunteers, and, i wager a guess, staff too. this is sooo exciting to me. i was actually just thinking last week that i hope they do something like this soon. maybe "cameron" inspired this in me. okay. i'm hungry. i will be heading to the mcdonalds at dundas west subway station now, before fellowship tonight. talk to you later!

Jump Math - my tutoring gig

yesterday I made a little boy cry. this was in the third and final class of the day. yeah, it was stressful. the lesson was multiplying with "carrying". so, a 2 digit number x a 1 digit number. the little guy had no problems, he was very smart, but he kept trying to guess instead of follow the steps. (he's 8). predictably, he got the answer wrong everytime. i told him, don't guess. follow the steps. you are a smart boy and you can do this. but he was tired and sick of following the steps. so he started crying. the more I told him he was very smart, the more he talked about how stupid he was. oh, man, that hurt me. he just would not believe me.
also, in the first class I was in, I was paired up with a boy who spoke tibetan as a first and english not so much. it took me most of the 20 minute session trying to explain. not his fault, he was soooo smart. I just could not break through. the second class was easy. i went around the class and checked their work, and said "hey! language!" every time I heard one of them swear. (you're dam right i did! 9 year olds swearing? I don't even like it when my kid brother swears and he's 22!) I really enjoy these tutoring sessions. i love telling kids how smart they are and helping them see it. helping them to see that math is really cool is really cool!
okay, then, talk to ya later.