Friday, November 30, 2007
Boy, I wonder how much jail time she'll get? After all, at that age we ALL know what we're doing, right? Especially when raised by someone who has shown lack of judgement in the area of sex and men too, right?
She made stupid decisions, correct, but what about the older guys who should have known better? Why don't they pay a price for having sex with a CHILD?
MAN, it really pays to have testes and a penis in the Middle East.
* Due to my not taking my own advice to not read and write while I have the flu, I mistakenly wrote that only the child was in custody. Thank you, Qwaider, for noticing my enormous error.*
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Admittedly, it's not every day you get to see a tefillin.
Hey, look on the bright side, it's not just Arabs being accused of looking dodgy on public transport!
Now it's sad to think that men are so incapable of controlling themselves that we really have to block out all visuals, but it's my experience that, for whatever reason, some guys do take many advantages of lightly tinted cars by stalking and freaking out the woman therein. The Gulf news has an article on the topic here. The harassment is driving women (no pun intended) and their husbands to tint their windows to unsafe degrees in an attempt to have the right to be on the roads without a horde of horny perverts putting them and their family's lives in danger.
I like having tinted car windows, and I think they have the right to tint them to a safe level, but something also has to be done about the behavior of the perverts. Something preemptive. What is it that makes the boys of a country grow up to think it's okay to behave that way? I know they love and respect their mothers, so why not extend that respect to other women? Do we honestly need, dare I say it, sensitivity training? That always sounds so... Mushy. And. Californian.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Another article explained how the school wimped out by saying that they realize how offensive this must be to everyone and how the violence depicted in the show is in poor taste given today's climate of violence in schools. The play isn't about school violence. It's a good old fashioned murder mystery CLASSIC and immensely entertaining to watch or read and has been performed in schools many times over.
To be honest, I can see why the school backed off because no one wants to look like a big racist speaking against a declaration made by the NAACP, but honestly... This just makes the NAACP look stupid because it's obvious they don't know the play and surely have far more important matters to attend to than a high school play that USED to have a different name back in the thirties but actually contains no racist matter whatsoever. Maybe. I doubt they're grasping at straws for incidents of true racism.
And why aren't the Indians screaming out that this is racist? The current title apparently threatens them, why aren't they making noise? It didn't even occur to the NAACP that maybe it would be more offensive to native Americans than to African Americans.
Funny how the last time Mr. Hines of the NAACP made such accusations against this school district that he then swiftly offered diversity training to them for a fee. Nothing like creating a problem to then get paid to solve it.
Mr. Hines, there are real problems that need addressing, you needn't go through the trouble of creating new ones out of thin air.
She's been fired by the London Underground due to a misquote. She said she found it "creepy" to use the underground because she hears her own voice warning the passengers over and over to "mind the gap", but they took it to mean that she finds the whole experience of riding on a potential terrorist moving target full of zombie-like commuters, over-burdened tourists, and talentless beggars with guitars they most likely pulled out of your rubbish bin was a bit "creepy". It IS really creepy. Especially when you think about people huddled down there during the War. And the way the train rumbles in the dark before you even see it, and the blast of stale hot air like some sort of dragon in the depths... Now, I love London, and I love the convenience of the Underground, but I'll admit IT IS CREEPY. And that's not even what she apparently meant.
It puts me in mind of Neil Gaiman's Neverwhere. Fun read, that.
Monday, November 26, 2007
Forget for a moment that Islamic scholars of the middle ages were perhaps the most enlightened of their time and instead, look to a modern Middle East where progress and religion seldom go hand in hand.
Take the situation involving a teenage, hormone driven, quiet adolescent version of me.
Teenage TeacherLady: Miss? I was wondering if I could start a club at the school.
Miss: What sort of club?
Teenage TeacherLady: Uh. A debate club.
Miss: No. Not a good idea. Not going to work.
Teenage TeacherLady: Wh... Why? (looking down at the extensive paperwork I had drawn up on topics I was going to have a room teaming with inquisitive, outspoken free minds discuss)
Miss: Well. What would you debate?
Teenage TeacherLady: Um. Abortion. Death penalty...
Teenage TeacherLady: Excuse me?
Miss: Someone will just say "God said this was wrong and that was right. End of discussion." It won't go anywhere.
Teenage TeacherLady: Oh. Yeah. Hadn't thought about that. I was hoping we could have two sides...
Miss: Won't happen. Sorry. I can see what you're trying to do, but any discussion you come up with, someone will stand up and say "God already gave us that answer" and stop the discussion there.
Teenage TeacherLady: Sigh.
I've noticed it's really hard to have discussions and debates with people who think there really is only one right answer to everything, regardless of whether or not religion is involved, and they always get so angry... I guess it's all down to the individual. I've known religious people to be able to discuss things without getting all hot under the collar, but I guess that comes with confidence and inquisitiveness combined and without quite so much egocentric thought processing.
Saturday, November 24, 2007
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
1. Link to the person that tagged you, and post the rules on your blog.
2. Share 7 random and/or weird facts about yourself.
3. Tag 7 random people at the end of your post, and include links to their blogs.
4. Let each person know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.
I've been tagged by Saudi Stepford Wife and once I feel the need to make rules for my blog, I'll let you know.
7 Random and or Weird Facts About TeacherLady
1. I don't wear ANY make-up unless I really have to.
2. I once shed silent tears listening to Mike Oldfield's Songs of a Distant Earth while gazing up at the stars because I knew I'd never be able to go into space. I was a teen, so it was probably hormones.
3. I adore stories of the supernatural but hate it when they're told by someone who actually believes they're true.
4. I get nostalgic for time periods I was never alive for.
5. I stole back the pink shell you took from me when we were 6 and that was the only thing I knowingly stole! (She'll never read this.) Now I limit my theft to the downloading variety.
6. The mere thought of what the interior of a plane smells like makes my stomach turn.
7. I posed for a professional artsy fartsy photo shoot years ago and those photos will NEVER see the light of day. I dig them out once a year or less and smile at them.
Instead of tagging specific people, feel free to be tagged and then post on here to let me know you've done it too so I can wander over and take a peek! If you don't blog, feel free to just post your seven facts in a comment on here.
At the request of the Guy Who Knows a Pigeon Named Frank, here's the soundtrack to TeacherLady: The Movie.
At the beginning: Rainbow Connection- Kermit The Frog.
During my childhood scenes: What a Day for a Day Dream.
During the "rebellious" teen years: Let It Be- The Beatles, Leysh Natarak- Natasha Atlas, We're Not Gonna Take It- Twisted Sister, It Ain't Necessarily So (Gershwin).
When I leave for America (and every time I have to say goodbye): Leaving on a Jet Plane- Simon and Garfunkel and Saying Goodbye- The Muppets and I'll Be Seeing You..
When my father dies while I'm away: Hurt- Christina Aguilera.
When I get the guy: Let's Do It (Let's Fall In Love)- Ella Fitzgerald and Come Rain or Come Shine- Billie Holiday.During the naughty bits: The Principles of Lust-Enigma.
When I get shit from Arab guys for not marrying one of them: The Lady is a Tramp- Ella Fitzgerald and Let's Face the Music and Dance- Nat King Cole.
Life with the baby and my man: Perfect Day- Lou Reed.
When people from high school who never spoke to me try to contact me on Facebook: Don't Ask Me- OK Go.
In my protest against violence: Zombie- The Cranberries. Yes, I know she sounds like a baby seal in a dryer. Humor me.
As I fade out into the sunset: Mr. Blue Sky- ELO and Rainbow Connection.
Friday, November 16, 2007
To See If I'm Smiling is a film I hope to see somehow. It exposes some of the horrors some Israeli female soldiers were forced to carry out during their service. Identifying the problem is one step towards the solution. Too bad the UN is about as useful as a condom machine in the Vatican (thanks, Mr. Ben Elton, for that one) and too bad there isn't enough outrage .
The other day, the students had to get into groups to gauge the speed of marbles rolling down a little track, noting how it slows down as it reaches the various peaks. I casually stood at one of the tracks and waited for the two students to join me, which they did instinctively. To my surprise, another student joined us, and he wasn't one of mine at all. He is the resident white goth kid of the class and has recently taken to wearing red and black make-up around his eyes and on his cheeks. Much like the goth kid in South Park, he's constantly messing with his dyed black hair, alternately flicking it away from his face and smoothing it down over his features so that you may get to see one eye surrounded by red.
He held the marble out to one of the girls and sweetly offered for her to release it on the track first. We all worked for a little while before:
Girl: What's that on your eyes?
Resident White Goth Kid: Eye shadow.
Girl: (thinks for a moment) It's cool. (smiles)
Resident White Goth Kid: Thanks.
It made my week. Hell, it made my year. You may think it's stupid, but it bowled me over in its saccharine mushiness. I think John Hughes directed that moment and was hiding behind the sinks.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
If I were one of the parents of that school, and especially of one of the abused kids, I would demand heads to roll.
At about 0:50 you can hear the humor in the voice of the reporter as he comments on the artistic endeavors of the bearded chaps. He sounds as though he wants to add "flower pressing" and "crochet" to their repertoire.
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Oh oh. Maybe it IS true.
Let me know if anyone finds out this isn't true. I'm started to wonder if people are just going to hop on the "they serve dog in restaurants in the States" wagon...
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
WLWD has brought us such great moments as: the cowering in the corner on the phone to security because the kids were throwing candy around the room, and my personal favorite-
Teaching honors math students the Chinese national anthem rather than... Y'know... Math. This morning, he sang for about half the bell, if not more. I tried desperately to find Hot Asian Babe Teacher (and NO, not because she's half Chinese... I just wanted to have proof), but I couldn't find her.
I remember when I used to feel proud of myself that I was selected over other applicants for this job... Now I've lost all self-respect as I was hired by the same people who hired that guy.
Monday, November 12, 2007
At heart, I can tell she is a teacher too. A month or so ago, she attempted to educate my husband in the area of nutrition- She picked up her array of food successively and for each one simply stated:
TeacherBaby: This? (looks at my husband with a patronizing expression on her face and holds up a pea.) No. (Replaces said offending pea onto the plate.)
This? (holds up a green bean) No. (Replaces it on the plate)
Her lesson completed, she proceeded to climb out of her high chair and move onto more important matters of state.
To our great amusement and slight fear, she has also started to mispronounce things with amusing results.
TeacherBaby: Cock! Cock!
TeacherLady: What the...? Oh geez. Oh baby, it's a cookie, coooookie. Dear Lord, we're going to get calls from Child and Family Services.
Thanks to Sesame Street, she is now not only able to say "cookie" correctly, and with a deep, growling gusto courtesy of Frank Oz.
We go through her flashcards and up comes the image of an old fashioned clock, complete with bells on top.
TeacherLady: What's that?
In history class today they discussed the poor sanitation of the United States in the late 1800s.
History Teacher: If you look at the picture on page 636, you'll see a dead horse in the street where kids are playing. Why is there a dead horse in the street? What should have happened to it?
TeacherLady: (Attempting to telepathically convey the correct answer to the sea of clueless faces in the room- "No sanitation laws, no governmental responsibility, that kind of shit should be cleared away by someone! Hello? Can anyone hear my thoughts? Curse my mortal limitations.")
Students: (Stare. Pick noses. Eat Starbursts.)
Clueless student 1: Use it for fur!
Clueless student 2: Eat it!
Clueless student 1: (Still determined to prove horse pelt would make a great fashion accessory) Make a hat...
TeacherLady: (I hope you can read my thoughts right now. Shut up. Please don't ever work at any of the fast food places I may patronize in the future because I wouldn't trust you to be able to put fillings in a taco the right way. Thank you.)
Actually, that girl isn't usually that clueless, so she must have just had an extra serving of stupid for breakfast today.
To quote MamaTeacher, who I want to be when I grow up:
The horse is dead. Dismount.
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Friday, November 09, 2007
Wow. I know I'm forgetful as hell, but if I ever leave my car at a gas station after filling up, just lead me out to the woods to die quietly without bothering anyone.
(Note: For those who don't know, the subject title of this post is a reference to an old commercial/infomercial in which an elderly woman forgets where she parked her car because she didn't have the dandy product that was about to be presented)
Thursday, November 08, 2007
TeacherLady: It's because I'm Arab, isn't it?
Hooters representative: Er no. It's the ample supply of cellulite on your thi...
On a serious note, I can see how she isn't being treated fairly at all, so perhaps we can just draw the line at the base of the religion argument. Everything has to be taken on a case by case basis.
Tuesday, November 06, 2007
By the way, just in case you notice, my posting will be a lot more infrequent now as I pursue my masters online. Wish me luck!
Thursday, November 01, 2007
My mother had plenty of dealings with influential people there and she told me of the young Emirati man who was wasting away of the effects of A.I.D.S. but had to be kept in isolation for fear that the secret would get out.
They need to stop pretending that Emiratis are as pure as the driven sand dune just because their Sharia law prohibits such activities. And don't EVER believe their bullshit that their system of government is fair regardless of race, class or what color shoelaces the person is wearing. The Sharia system is archaic, misogynistic, and the whim of the judge or the status of the accused is far more influential in the final verdict than anything else.
So come on, U.A.E. If you're going to be the shining beacon of hope for the Middle East you're going to have to actually treat your citizens AND foreigners like human beings and get off your high horses. You can't let people off for crimes because of their family names anymore, and you can't punish foreigners on the basis of bullshit "evidence" anymore. (Exhibit A: Checking a girl's armpits to determine virginity when her detainment had NOTHING to do with sexual activity.)
The days of the Big Boys' Club are OVER. Grow some ethical consciences, you selfish buggers.
Please note, it should go without saying that I address only those who perpetuate the system of privilege and persecution, not those who oppose it, so I don't accuse all Emiratis of being selfish buggers.
- They can't spell worth shit. Who the hell spells 'why' as 'wy'?
- Girls who "sucks things" are nasty and no guy wants to kiss them. Girls who swallow are even more gross. Thankfully, my husband is open-minded about such matters and doesn't hold it against me. He such a sacrificing, tolerant man.
- The best way to romance a girl is to ask "wanna fuck?"
- The only written response to such a question has always been "NO". Always in all capitals.
- Boys don't necessarily feel above the possibility of then pleading and begging and asking "wy".
- History class is apparently an appropriate time to ask your friend if her boyfriend "pulled out" or not.
I don't know which moment is more amusing... The look on the student's face the second the teacher picks up the note amid it's composition or the passing process, or the next day when they know said teacher has read it and knows something he/she shouldn't about said student, usually involving their genitals, sexual activity, or who they would most like to mount like a rabid bunny.
On a personal note, (no pun intended), I never confiscate notes. I just give a look and they gratefully stuff the note in their pocket, relieved I've not learned of their dark secrets. They are then scared enough to actually get to work without complaint. There's no way they'd be able to concentrate on the lesson if they were too caught up in the embarrassment of knowing the note will be read by someone they have to see five days a week. I use the situation to my advantage.
However, that being said, I bet we're going to find some great ones around mid-February!