bibe duck

Am in the middle of moving less than a hundred bookmarks…

My goal was to be able to drive on my own to school before classes start. Well, classes are about to begin in two weeks and I still haven’t brought myself to overcome my fear of driving. Mother eff.

I’m not going to give up on this yet, though. One of these days I’ll achieve this goal, heaven willing.

Plus I think I pissed off my supervisor by doing this during a meeting. Which, for a newbie on the job, was totally embarrassing.

Apparently my Monday blues are nothing but figments of my imagination: PsyBlog article

I need to install MS Powerpoint on my notebook computer (a.k.a. my shiny new toy).

Now how am I going to do that when I don’t have the software installer with me? Sigh.

I got an unexpected call from The School this morning—“unexpected”, because it’s a Saturday and who gets called by offices on Saturdays? Anyway, I was told that my interview with the principal has been moved to two weeks from now. That should give me enough time to prepare certain requirements that I need to submit to the office, since apparently I’m already IN!

Actually, I’m just glad that I won’t be unemployed this coming school year. Wheeeeew.

I was in a mall when I received the text message: I was being asked to show up for an interview with another faculty head at The School in two hours. I had been waiting for this for the whole of April, so without as much as a second thought I called back to say yes, I’ll be there.

As I wasn’t dressed for a job interview, this actually meant I had to go back home, change clothes, and commute to school. All of which would take, oh, more or less two hours.

So yeah, I found myself running like hell for the next couple of hours, flagging down every mode of public transportation I could find just so I could get to the interview on time.

I arrived sweating, gasping for breath… and ten minutes late. Damn!

Apparently though it didn’t matter, since I was asked to come back for one last interview with the Principal on Monday. Yeah!

(boinks myself)

You know, bibeduck, you really should haul your lazy ass out of the computer chair if you seriously want to achieve this goal.

Spent just fifteen minutes driving around the block.

I was about to turn left on an intersection when I heard a couple of honks from afar. The idiot that was me didn’t bother making a full stop at that corner, so I almost had a heart attack when this truck rushed in from behind and went on to overtake me. I wasn’t hit or anything, but it was enough to make me go slap myself and mutter, “Fork me! I already heard him coming!”

Stop at an intersection. Stop at an intersection, damn it.

So, yes, I have resolved to get over my gripping fear of driving. I promise to spend at least an hour driving around the neighborhood and, heaven willing, on the city streets. Starting today.

I’ve also decided to record my daily adventures behind the steering wheel to kind of motivate me to seriously work on this goal… and maybe entertain you, anonymous internet people, with accounts of my mad driving skillz (read: I sometimes mistake the clutch pedal for the brake pedal. How’s that for “mad”).

This morning, I drove just around our block for the first time in a couple of years, just to re-familiarize myself with the basics. I had to get back home after just an hour, though, because the weather was starting to get really hot and I didn’t want to drive with the AC on just yet (even though the AC unit was working perfectly).

I’ll give it another try this afternoon. :)

So just when I thought I wasn’t going to be given a chance to try it out at The Alma Mater That Must Not Be Named (although a quick Google search would give you the name), I got the call a couple of weeks ago. Then I had a personal interview with two head teachers last week.

And now I just got home from The Alma Mater, where I did what we call a “demo teaching” and was slayed by the other teachers in the process… (sigh) I sweated it all out – literally! Like I was dripping with sweat after the ordeal.

I’ll be taking this test tomorrow morning. Gah I hope I make it through this.

It’s almost the end of the school year and there’s no phone call from The Other School yet.

Oh, well. I might as well try applying for a job somewhere else, then. Either that, or spend the rest of the year, um, resting. No work means no pay, of course… but that could also mean no stress…

Come to think of it… being a “teacher-on-hiatus” sounds pretty tempting. Maybe I should take a break from teaching for a while and try some other things.

Don’t roll your eyes like that if my kids’ parents do not want to buy your … stuff.

They’ll also get to see the SP in April and we in Asia still won’t. Sigggh.

They’ll get to see the mighty SP and we in Asia won’t? Sigh. Sob.

^{(Then again, I never thought that I’d see MCR perform here, either. But I did. Just goes to show that nothing, really, is impossible!)}

Took more than a year of waiting, but it was worth it. I finally got to see MCR live. Sigh. :-)

Thanks so much for the awesome time, you guys, and I hope you’ll come back to Manila again soon! :-)

I’m gonna be there after all! :-)

To be fair to This School That Must Not Be Named, working here has its perks, too.

...It’s just that my heart is not into it anymore.

Actually, it has never been.

I’ll never understand how this certain vacation spot got into our list of places to visit during the upcoming school outing. What is the educational significance of going there anyway?* Nonetheless, I was very much relieved to hear that, contrary to “rumors”, swimming was not part of the plan. Imagine the horror of the hapless teacher who has to keep her eyes on about thirty-five sugar-loaded 8-year-olds who have no sense of danger. Did I mention that I have only one pair of eyes? As it turned out, I wasn’t alone—a number of parents have balked at the idea and have made their concerns heard over at the office, which was probably why the swimming thing was scrapped. Taking the name of this vacation spot off the list is still out of the question, though. Ohh…kay.

(*) The same could also be asked about pencil factories—a staple of educational trips of many other schools. Or, in my case many years ago, a sock factory. heheh.

Submit my resume, I mean. I finally got around to dusting off my two-year-old resume and dropping it off to “School B” a.k.a. The Alma Mater That Must Not Be Named.

Then comes three to five months of painful waiting for The Phone Call…