Rudy, I downloaded a Salsa CD, and while I was listening to it, I passed Rudy's Barber Shop. I think the universe was telling me we need to catch up.
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just got my own bac!
aw, cool, pete.
here's something you might help me with...
there's a kid i've written about before, the one who shouted that i have herpes. the same one who had been great in my class. well, today i asked him to sit in the hall and collect himself, as he wouldn't stop talking. instead, he got out of his seat and said, 'yeah, whatever you jerkoff', while making the male-masturbating gesture. he's really a terrible kid, his behavior is sociopathic. they offered me the option of filing sexual harassment charges, as this is a pattern w him, not just twd me. my question is whether a) that would be in integrity, as i don't think it's quite harassment, and b) whether it would make a difference. it could, as he'd then be in the system and the Man would be keeping an eye on him. and maybe he'd do less societal damage. either way, he's out of the school for good. and i'm not a bit worried about him finding a way to hurt me if i do press charges, as he's not a bit malicious, just stupid. whaddyou good people think i should do? pete? i want to deal with this tomorrow...
on a positive note, there's money for afterschool clubs of our own design. i was thinking i'd do one along the lines of mind/body/spirit. maybe use a deepak chopra book for teens as a springboard for conversation, throw in homework help, lifestyle choices, anti-addiction attention, gardening, maybe bring in a boat to row. all kindsa stuff. ideas, anyone? these kids mostly come from NOTHING. they could use ANY positive influence/attention offered. (and i could use the extra cash!)
thanks for caring and sharing. and i'm sure there's a lurker or two with a worthwhile idea...
xo rudy
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just got my own bac!
he's 16. time to get him started, i'm thinking.
i walked into the school building today with a big grin on my face. i relished the many hellos and chit chats along my way to my room. (i now park at the other side of the bldg specifically so i have the opportunity to say hello to many colleagues and students on my way to hunker into my big, airy, south-side classroom with its beautiful view of the changing trees.) none of this would be true if i had been hungover. huge gratitude for that.
this evening, i had a long moment of wanting ale. badly for a second of that moment. i had eaten much and late, so that helped me win the battle this time. a bottle of kombucha -that beloved and bubbly sour drink that soothes and kick-starts the guts- awaited me in the fridge, much to my relief. a couple of candle-holders full of that and i was all set. i made my son a most delicious quesadilla, complete with chives from the kitchen garden, and soon joined him in front of 'phineas and ferb', a truly brilliant animated show featuring two brothers (one barely ever speaks) and their older sister. this episode had them sent to reform school for creating too many amazing and dangerous inventions, whose designs were dug out of their imaginations. g and i had plenty of inspired conversations, let me tell you! like about what is reform school, if such a thing really exists, and why they have to get their hair cut. then, we went on to the contemporized 'electric company' (just one episode), which is also truly brilliant. fucking amazing, really; there's all kinds of literacy enrichment in the costume of music and dynamic characters. 'lemme tell you about the ninja silent e.'
after that, g and i went up to bed, where we drew for an hour. i scrambled for paper and writing utensils, as it was high time to lie down, but i didn't want to squelch my son's artistic inspiration, not for a few extra minutes of his sleep. i found a pencil, a black real-ink ballpoint, and a yellow marker. (thanks, windy, for probably being the seed-planter on that one!) we drew and labeled snow shovels, spades, and scythes. my son can DRAW! he must get it from me.
then, we read a story by doris burn, a truly great author and illustrator, about warring cowboys. we talked about why they had so many guns, and why they were always fighting. i asked him what he thought would happen by the end of the book. he said 'they'll all be dead?' maybe, i said, and asked him what he thought the author might like to have happen. 'that they would come back to life.' could be, said me. or maybe, since it's her story, and she can make happen whatever she wants, she'll have them all getting along very nicely by the end. the author's story is like us with our lives, i went on to say (couldn't resist the opportunity!): we can create what we want by using our imaginations to dream up the best possible outcome.
and so i seem to be doing by putting down the drink, by having picked up the baclofen, by communing here with positive and progressive people, by planting an imperfect garden and forgiving myself its lack of fall output, by going to work every day with a shine.
spit spot!
xo ruby rudy ru
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just got my own bac!
shortly after my previous post in which i giddily expressed my joy at living, i went to bed and sleep. just now, i half-woke to wild hallucinations and confusions. for example, i looked out the window thinking that i was looking at a computer screen, and marveled at how lovely was the background: a gently moonlit night sky with silouettes (sp?!) of a catalpa tree dancing in the fore. then, the walls closing in on me, three on four of the visible sides covered in grass, with an extra window for good measure, slowly moving in on me. if i didn't know baclofen and Tired so well, i would've been spooked for sure. but now this kind of stuff is becoming old hat. i'm an old pro, and this kinda thing is not that scary anymore.
...but the rodent chewing in the walls is pretty spooky. it must be huge by the sounds of it. earlier, it spooked me awake, but i told my nana's spirit to tell it to go away and it complied. 'nanaa~! you've gotta come back and dismiss it again!' oops, she beat me to it. he's gone.
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just got my own bac!
speaking of not-scared old-timers like my nana and me and the groundhog (?!) in my walls, i'd like to take this opportunity to welcome all lurkers to come out of the mwo walls and join in on the fun. with the other old-timers bowing out temporarily or for good, for better or for worse, we need some fresh tales and tellers here, to recreate this place into the positive and dynamic place that we deserve it to be. come one, come all! let's make this the carnival it was meant to be ~ fun as a ride at the fair!
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just got my own bac!
honestly, beyond any Bac response... I would let him slide a bit. I wouldn't report it as he is obviously much more screwed up then the system could make him. I don't let people slide often, but he seems like a kid who is lost. There isn't much more to do to him then confront him. I would talk to him about it... see how he responds, and then go from there. It isn't possible to react without seeing his face. If he is truly sorry, then let it go. I have years of dealing with fucked up people, and it is only people who are hurt that deal negatively towards others. I would find out if he is jacked up from outside people before reporting him myself. That is just IMO and I would respect any action you take,
Rob
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just got my own bac!
hey thanks, rob. i appreciate your input. (but no thanks for keeping me up another five minutes with your thought-provoking response! i gotta get to bed so's i can deal with this doo doo tomorrow. i mean today.) since you have some relevant experience, how do you effectively deal with someone who appears to be a sociopath? how can you reach someone who apparently feels no remorse, or not much of anything outside of a detached bemusement at his own base antics? i'm not ruling out a chat with him as a possible wise approach, but i anticipate that i would encounter his cocky (somewhat brad pitt-ish) mug, deflecting any possibility of penetration.
do tell, i'm all ears. thanks mucho.
rudy
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just got my own bac!
ok, just then it was black ropes. they were jumping all over the ceiling. but only for a few seconds, and i've no temptation to put them around my neck.
shit, i'ts after five! only one more hour of shut-eye...
no more takers to weigh in on the fate of my perverted friend? c'mon.
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just got my own bac!
okayyy, sooo, does anybody wanna know how it went at work today? huh???
i'm not coming back to tell you until i get some response. c'mon, i know you're there. i know you're reading and wanting to know 'cause you keep coming bac. i doubt there's over 200 NEW readers every time i post.
i'm sicka feeling like i'm just navel-gazing here. tho i know i'm not, 'cause i find this business so intrinsically rewarding. (read 'punished by reward' by alfie cohen, especially if you're a teacher.) but it sure would be nice and reassuring and suportive to hear your thoughts, your heartfelt inspirations, your commonalities.
the meds thread has gone tragic por un momento, and we need to recover it. so, that would mean infusing it with new blood, new energy, positivity and healthy communion amongst ourselves. whaddya say? all ye good people who live for the comman and personal good, say "ayye!"
por favor.
con cariNo,
la rubI
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just got my own bac!
Ruby, I am a very expert pee-er, so I can't help you there. And I, for one, do wanna know how your day went. In the meantime, a little story I thought you'd appreciate. Old Mexican bf's English would get worse when he was upset. One night he came home, all fired up, and was telling me about a fight he got into. What he had meant to say to the other dude, who was hassling a friend of his was "If you lay a finger on him, I'll kick your ass!" What he did say was "If you put a finger in him, I'll kiss your ass!" I suppressed my giggles and said "I bet they shut up after that!" He proudly nodded."Yet someday this will have an end
All choices made or choice resigned,
And in your face the literal eye
Trace little of your history,
Nor ever piece the tale entire
Of villages that had to burn
And playgrounds of the will destroyed
Before you could be safe from time
And gather in your brow and air
The stillness of antiquity."
From "At Majority" by Adrienne Rich
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just got my own bac!
oh my god, windy. i so needed to laugh just then! thank you so much!
i'm so disheartened by the crap on murph's thread, and what happened with him, yet somehow i have managed to get sucked into it.
thanks for lifting my spirits for a sec.
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