• Complaining about something*

    Today Sucks.

    After months of applying and hearing nothing back, today I received this: Dear Shop Girl, Thank you for your resume and covering  letter in which you expressed interest in supply teaching opportunities with the Pretty City School Board. We review our supply needs on an ongoing basis and arrange interviews as required. Due to the large number of applications we receive, we cannot guarantee if – or when – we will be able to offer an interview to you. It is unlikely that we will be in a position  to add to our supply list in the near future. However, we will retain your resume on file for a period…

  • Cool Stuff*

    The Pink Glove Dance*

    I love dancing. There is just something about dance that speaks to me, and I’ve always wished that it had been something I had pursued as a child. I’m not a terribly fabulous dancer, but I’m no Elaine either. (How does she even do that with her foot?!?! LOVE.) I have always, always loved watching dance–live or on TV. So You Think You Can Dance is preeeetty much my favorite thing ever in the summer, and I have even been known to tune into ballroom dance competitions when I can find them. And, of course, I heart le Youtube for all it’s dancing glory. It’s through Youtube that I’ve discovered…

  • Random

    Two Teachers– Too Far?

    I actually first heard about this a while ago, but I wasn’t writing much at the time so I read it, ranted to the Hubster about how much it bothered me, then forgot about it. Yesterday I found it again, and still felt the uncontrollable urge to rant and vent after seeing it (again) so I thought I’d share it with you and get your take on it. I am a teacher. I love teaching. I like to think that this profession chose me instead of the other way around which makes me feel just a little less dismal about the whole there-are-absolutely-no-jobs-in-the-greater-Toronto-area bit. Because I mean really, what choice…

  • My thoughts*

    Shop Girl: The Musical*

    This may sound a bit morbid, but I’ve been thinking a lot about funerals lately. A member of my extended family passed away last week and I’ll admit, it has dwelt on my thoughts quite a bit. I suppose I’ve been very fortunate in that I’ve had to attend only a few funerals in my lifetime. As the person who passed away last week had been very close with my family and actually married the Hubster and I five years ago, I really felt like we needed to be there. So, the Hubster and I braved traffic across the city to attend his memorial service. It was a beautiful, albeit…

  • My thoughts*

    The Mix Tape*

    So, I’ve been thinking. Volunteering in a high school means that I am around teenagers. A lot. I see them head bopping on the front steps with their boom boxes like it’s 1989 (no, really. I kid you not), loitering against lockers in herds so big you can barely walk past them, and I see them. You know, those dreamy-eyed, hand-holding, puppy-lovish teenage couples that stroll down the hallway– completely oblivious of the world around them. The ones who trace each others fingers on table tops, who dress to match each other and pass each other notes between periods because, like seriously, seventy minutes is like, way to long to…