Missing the Signal

So I'm waiting for the LIRR train to take me home when this kind of indie/punk-esque girl walks by and then asks me for directions for a train that will take her to Mineola out on Long Island. I give her directions and she thanks me. She takes a lingering pause before walking down to the tracks. The moment she walks down, something inside me kicks me and I realize I should have asked her for her number or email. She lingered a bit and we did have some small chit-chat conversation before parting ways. 

Clearly, I missed the signal and realized a bit too late. I could have walked down to the track where she waiting for her train but at that point it may have seemed desperate. 

I always realize this when the opportunity, the moment has passed. It seems I'm perpetually missing the signal. Damn, I suck. 

One More Magic Potion!

Halloween costume is complete. This Friday, hopefully, will kick ass and be totally sweet. Might crash at Jimi and Nick's apartment... maybe. 

Ensiferum is bad ass pagan viking metal. Total sweetness. 

Reading Anthem of a Reluctant Prophet right now. Teaching Othello to sophomores. Still on Scarlet Letter with Juniors. The Crucible is up next. 

Here we go to the second full week of work in October. Holy crap! November is right around the corner. 

Viking Metal!

Never have I seen a show where fans of a band displayed so much emotion. I saw this at the Amon Amarth show. The entire crowd was rocking out, singing along and just kicking ass. It was amazing. I'm still gushing over the experience. 

Vikings and such

Amon Amarth tomorrow night. Very excited. This show has been years in the making. Crashing at a friends house. I need to find my own place ASAP. I need my own pad. 

Let's take it to the streets!

It's been a few days. On Thursday, I checked out Iced Earth and Into Eternity at Nokia Theatre. It was kick ass. Matt Barlow is now back with Iced Earth and it was amazing to see, most likely, my favorite metal singer knock it out. The man has a golden voice. This was clearly one of the best shows I've ever had the privilege to see.

Amazing. 

I have a ton of work to get through tomorrow. Did nothing to diminish that pile today. I did begin to piece together my Lemmy costume for Halloween. I need a pair of black jeans and a wig in order to be golden. 

Oh, and I'm totally obsessed with Iced Earth's song, "Ten Thousand Strong." It is truly a excellent piece of emotion filled music. Heavy Metal! 

I picked up a Misfits record and a graphic interpretation of Moby Dick... should be interesting. 

Ugh

So tired. Credit Recovery begins tomorrow... three days a week, an hour and a half each day. Ugh, why did I ever agree to that? I'm stretching myself just to cover my sophomores and juniors. It's only for 12 days though. 

Iced Earth this Thursday... I'm looking at only getting 3-4 hours of sleep. I hope the show ends at 11 or 11:30 just so I can get home faster, get some sleep and then go to work. Needless to say, I'm going to bail out of Amon Amarth on Monday. Too much going on at work. 

Mr. McCourt, where art thou? I question my profession every day. Why is it so political? Why?! I should be a construction worker or work in a nifty music shop in the Village and live in a crappy apartment surrounded by books and music. I'll never have money but I might just be happy. 

I've gone and lost my mind. 

A Silent Damn.

Just finished Hairstyles of the Damned. It was a bit thin on plot but then again growing up is thin on plot too. I still love the character of Dorie and it sucks Brian Oswald, our protagonist and narrator doesn't end up with her. I was hoping for some happiness even it was a fictional character's happiness and not mine. Damn shame. Damn shame. 

Records I will never tire of: Brand New's Your Favorite Weapon, Murderland's Lights Out and Guns 'N' Roses' Appetite for Destruction. Classics. All of them. 

Finishing Hairstyles of the Damned has made me want to listen to the Misfits now. I feel it is my goal to like this band. I admire them as it is. It's time to really dig their sound and them. 

I need my own place so I can blast my tunes all night long while drinking some beer. 

Longest Day Ever

Never have I ever seen so many parents come to conference with me about their children. Unreal. I'm exhausted physically and mentally. Incredible. I'm glad tomorrow there is no need to go into work. Wow. It's amazing. 

I smell like teacher sweat, White Castle burgers and beer combined. I smell kinda, sorta bad. I should probably shower. 

About two thirds or so through the book Hairstyles of the Damned. It's really good. Not sure where the plot is going but it's a damned shame the character of Dorie didn't end up with our fearless narrator. Damn shame. I hate it when I fall in love with a supporting character and then it doesn't pan out they way I planned. 

Why do I care so much? 

Julio McCourt?

I feel like my teaching path is mimicking the one Frank McCourt's teaching career took. Some shady business is going on. I don't know what to think. 

For once, I can see how thinking too much might send me over. Keep yo' mouth shut and look at the floor. Never look up! Never!

The Wolfman Beckons!

Yesterday was a good day. I was up from 5:30 am to 4 am. Nearly 24 hours straight. Good day at work and then good times in Manhattan with some of the Old Guard. Can't complaint. 

Manhattan again today for a movie, Midtown Comics again and to escort the parents to MSG for Vincente Fernandez, my dad's musical hero. 

Hoo-ah! 

Why?

Why am I questioning the fact that I sought a career in education? I'm supposed to love teaching. Why am somewhat regretting it? Why?

Why?

Reflections courtesy of the Goldman.

Best friend (from college and currently) is in San Francisco. I'm jealous. He drove out there and is hanging out on his own. Our friendships seems to be becoming more and more Kerouac-esque. I love it. I wish I could just up and go and join him out west. Most of my best memories in college involved Brian, even when it's a TKE memory, Brian is somehow involved. Good man. Last time I saw him, he came to visit me and we stayed up till 4:30 or 5 drinking beers and watching Undergrads. 

Two days off, and now two days of work and then two more days off. I rested and did nothing out of the ordinary. Mary is sick so we couldn't hang out. I think I can finally say that I like her. Not sure what she feels though. Time will tell, I guess. 

My A.P. is still bitch and whatever other vulgarity I use to describe her. If I leave H.S. for CTEA or teaching, all together, it will be because of her. Brian told me, most teachers leave teaching because of the bureaucracy and NOT because of the students. I totally agree with this. Totally. 

The question now is, if I do leave teaching, what could I do? What would I do instead? I feel the urge to watch Office Space. It's the most relevant piece of film, evidence of anything that can relate to my situation. Damn shame too. I like everything about my current school except for the blasted A.P. Damn shame too.  

I really just want a cool job, which would allow me to do something rad and then I could go home and feast on the mountains of literature I have collected since who knows and will continue to collect. I might end up going insane or I might do okay. Frank McCourt seems to have done pretty good for himself. I still want to ask him if he enjoyed teaching though. He seems to avoid answering that in his book, Teacher Man.