Well, this is it, this is the end.Or the beginning
I was going to change the name of the blog, I was going to delete 'interinadesesperada' and put something else. But I can't.
Can yo delte these six years travelling through the educational administration in of Madrid?the rifle of topics at the exams? The oral examinations? The male and felmale presidents of examination boards? Can you delete, angst, tears, friends?
No, these six years have not passed unnoticed.
No, they can't be deleted. Each thing written on this blog has left something, a layer that remains.
That's why I am not going to change the name of this blog.I ma going to leave it here, for it to stay depository of the memories, guardian of the memory. And I am going to start a new one.
One blog per vital age. Not to forget. For the memories to help in the search.:D
http://esunsinvivir.blogspot.com
Pues chavales, esto es el final, el final o el principio.
Iba a cambiarle el nombre al blog, iba a borrar lo de interinadesesperada y poner otra cosa. Pero no puedo.
¿ Acaso se pueden borrar estos seis años de viaje por la administración educativa madrileña? ¿Los sorteos de los temas de las opos? ¿ Las encerronas? ¿ Los presidentes y presidentas del tribunal? ¿ Acaso se pueden borrar las angustias, las lágrimas, los amigos?
No, estos seis años no han pasado en balde.
No, no se pueden borrar. Cada cosa escrita en este blog ha dejado algo, un poso que queda.
Por eso, no voy a cambiar el nombre a este blog. Voy ha dejarlo aqui, para que quede depositarooi de los recuerdos, guardian de la memoria. Y voy a abrir uno nuevo.
Un blog por epoca vital . Para no olvidar. Para que los recuerdos nos ayuden a buscar:D
http://esunsinvivir.blogspot.com
Monday, September 15, 2008
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Back to routine/Vuelta a la rutina
One fo the most beautiful things of my profession is that you never get bored.
For example, this very morning. I get to school at eight o'clock, half slept, then the kids arrive, half slept too. I set some work and start taking the register, look down a second, and when I look up, two boys suddenly stand up and start getting the hell out of each other, fighting. Both of them taller than me , of course. So I call for help, and there they come, the dean, the teacher opposite, three school policepeople. Twenty past eight, for fuck sake, they must be in a right mood for this.
Both of them 15, which is the age they hve when they start high school. As they are new you think, they will behave. My arse. One day they did. today, on the second week of school, three or four suspended. And the freshmen have already had three fights. To the extent that tomorrow we have assembly for the principal to tell the kids they can not gight at school.
In the meantime, my schoool is going to be called " the organised one": fith period, I officialy teach two different classes, Spanish 1 and Spanish 7. And then, in a classrooom when you can hardly fit 30 kids, I had to fit 38, until today. Closing the door was like covering a boiling spaghetti pan.
And there i am, with my English side. I pick the phone up to call the dean and I do not say " Fight in 501! No, I say " Can I have somebody in 501 please?" And she says ¨What for?" And I say " There is a fitght".. I should have said " I am afraid there is a fight"
Back to daily routine. I missed it.
Una de las cosas más bonitas de mi profesión, es que no te da tiempo a aburrirte.
Por ejemplo, esta mañana mismo. Llego a las ocho de la mañana al cole, medio dormida, llegan mis niños medio dormidos también. Les pongo trabajo, empiezo a pasar lista, bajo un segundo la mirada y cuando la levanto, dos chavales que de repente se ponen de pien y empiezan a darse de hostias.Los dos por supuesto, más altos que yo. Pido ayuda, ahí el dean, el otro dean, la profe de enfrente, tres policías del cole.Las ocho y veinte de la mañana, por dios, ya hace falta tener ganas.
Los dos de 15 años, que es la edad con la que entran en la high school. Que los nuevos que una dice, son nuevos, se portarán bien. Un día les duró eso. Hoy segunda semana de clase, tres o cuatro expulsados. Y los freshmen, que son los nuevos que han llegado este año, llevan ya tres peleas. que mañana tenemos asamblea de freshmen para que la directira les diga que no se pueden pelear.
Entretanto, a mi cole van a llamarlo " el organizao": a quinta hora doy oficialmente dos clases, SPanish 1 y Spanish 7. Y luego en una casae donde apensa caben 30 he estado una semana con 38, que se cerrar lapuerta era como cerrar una olla de spaghetti cuando se sale por los lados .
Y yo, que tengo ahí la vena inglesa. Que cuando cojo el teléfono y llamo no me sale " Pelea en la 501" No, yo ahí " ¿Me podéis mandar a alguien a la 501 por favor'" Y la otra . " ¿Para qué?" Y yo "Es que hay una pelea".
La vuelta a la rutina. Se echaba de menos
For example, this very morning. I get to school at eight o'clock, half slept, then the kids arrive, half slept too. I set some work and start taking the register, look down a second, and when I look up, two boys suddenly stand up and start getting the hell out of each other, fighting. Both of them taller than me , of course. So I call for help, and there they come, the dean, the teacher opposite, three school policepeople. Twenty past eight, for fuck sake, they must be in a right mood for this.
Both of them 15, which is the age they hve when they start high school. As they are new you think, they will behave. My arse. One day they did. today, on the second week of school, three or four suspended. And the freshmen have already had three fights. To the extent that tomorrow we have assembly for the principal to tell the kids they can not gight at school.
In the meantime, my schoool is going to be called " the organised one": fith period, I officialy teach two different classes, Spanish 1 and Spanish 7. And then, in a classrooom when you can hardly fit 30 kids, I had to fit 38, until today. Closing the door was like covering a boiling spaghetti pan.
And there i am, with my English side. I pick the phone up to call the dean and I do not say " Fight in 501! No, I say " Can I have somebody in 501 please?" And she says ¨What for?" And I say " There is a fitght".. I should have said " I am afraid there is a fight"
Back to daily routine. I missed it.
Una de las cosas más bonitas de mi profesión, es que no te da tiempo a aburrirte.
Por ejemplo, esta mañana mismo. Llego a las ocho de la mañana al cole, medio dormida, llegan mis niños medio dormidos también. Les pongo trabajo, empiezo a pasar lista, bajo un segundo la mirada y cuando la levanto, dos chavales que de repente se ponen de pien y empiezan a darse de hostias.Los dos por supuesto, más altos que yo. Pido ayuda, ahí el dean, el otro dean, la profe de enfrente, tres policías del cole.Las ocho y veinte de la mañana, por dios, ya hace falta tener ganas.
Los dos de 15 años, que es la edad con la que entran en la high school. Que los nuevos que una dice, son nuevos, se portarán bien. Un día les duró eso. Hoy segunda semana de clase, tres o cuatro expulsados. Y los freshmen, que son los nuevos que han llegado este año, llevan ya tres peleas. que mañana tenemos asamblea de freshmen para que la directira les diga que no se pueden pelear.
Entretanto, a mi cole van a llamarlo " el organizao": a quinta hora doy oficialmente dos clases, SPanish 1 y Spanish 7. Y luego en una casae donde apensa caben 30 he estado una semana con 38, que se cerrar lapuerta era como cerrar una olla de spaghetti cuando se sale por los lados .
Y yo, que tengo ahí la vena inglesa. Que cuando cojo el teléfono y llamo no me sale " Pelea en la 501" No, yo ahí " ¿Me podéis mandar a alguien a la 501 por favor'" Y la otra . " ¿Para qué?" Y yo "Es que hay una pelea".
La vuelta a la rutina. Se echaba de menos
Sunday, September 07, 2008
¿ Y la muñeca? /And my wrist?
A few days ago, in my innocence, I arranged an appointment to go to the Physical doctor. The nurse asked me:
-What's wrong with you? - I answered:
- My back hurts. And My wrist. I have GHI -GHI is a fairly common provider. So the nurse answered:
-GHI covers your back but not your wrist.It does not cover your shoulder, or elbow or fingers...
What do they do if you end up in hospital? They stop you from bleeding from a part of your body, but not from another?
This is what a health care private system leads to, which is the system Esperanza Aguirre (fffrrrrgrggggggrrrr) wants to establish in Madrid How long will it be before social Security in Madrid ends like this?
El otro día, en mi candidez, pedí hora para ir al traumatólogo. Me pregunta la enfermera
-¿Qué le pasa? -contesto:
-Me duele la espalda, y la muñeca. TEngo GHI- GHI es un seguro muy extendido, tipo sanitas. A lo que me contesta la enfermera:
-El seguro te cubre la espalda, pero no la muñeca. No cubre ni el codo, ni el hombro, ni la mano ni los dedos...
¿ Qué hacen si llegas al hospital?¿ Si sangras por un lado te curan, si sangras por otro no?
Pues esto es la privatización de la Sanidad, y el sistema que Esperanza Aguirre (fffrrrrgrggggggrrrr) intenta estableces en Madrid. ¿ Cuánto tardará la seguridad social en Madrid en estar así?
-What's wrong with you? - I answered:
- My back hurts. And My wrist. I have GHI -GHI is a fairly common provider. So the nurse answered:
-GHI covers your back but not your wrist.It does not cover your shoulder, or elbow or fingers...
What do they do if you end up in hospital? They stop you from bleeding from a part of your body, but not from another?
This is what a health care private system leads to, which is the system Esperanza Aguirre (fffrrrrgrggggggrrrr) wants to establish in Madrid How long will it be before social Security in Madrid ends like this?
El otro día, en mi candidez, pedí hora para ir al traumatólogo. Me pregunta la enfermera
-¿Qué le pasa? -contesto:
-Me duele la espalda, y la muñeca. TEngo GHI- GHI es un seguro muy extendido, tipo sanitas. A lo que me contesta la enfermera:
-El seguro te cubre la espalda, pero no la muñeca. No cubre ni el codo, ni el hombro, ni la mano ni los dedos...
¿ Qué hacen si llegas al hospital?¿ Si sangras por un lado te curan, si sangras por otro no?
Pues esto es la privatización de la Sanidad, y el sistema que Esperanza Aguirre (fffrrrrgrggggggrrrr) intenta estableces en Madrid. ¿ Cuánto tardará la seguridad social en Madrid en estar así?
Friday, September 05, 2008
Cajon
After my first day of school, I decided I deserved a prize for all the suffering. I went shopping, I saw it there… and I could not avoid it, I took the cajón flamenco home. Ok, ok, I did not see it there, I had to ask for it, because there was only one left in the shop and it was in the warehouse, but the shop-assistant told that they had the minimum price warranted, you know...
Actually, I had entered the shop because I am engaged in buying a digital drum set, to see if I study a bit this way. I am trying to buy it second-hand, but wanted to check the prices.
And there h is, the nice young shop assistant, who asked me exactly the same question that a couple of days asked me a guy from Craig list. A question sharpened like a knife in the middle of my back, just in the solar plexus, in the middle of that chakra..."Is it for your son?"
Is it for my son ???!!! NOOO IT IS FOR ME
But you need to accept reality, because maybe due to the exam stresses and the paperwork, I suddenly have lots of little pains, my back, my teeth, the are all really bad, so that the friendly dentist says to me that he can tell I have lots of things done but it seems I have not been to a dentist in ten years. I, who pay for the dentist's holidays every year ; a blister with the size of a watermelon due to skating around here, but that is another post; my period, that has come down just on the first day of school, and there I was, breathing breathing all the time to avoid calling the dean on the first day, although I would call him just to check him out when he walks around the class, he looks so hot when he tells the kid off!! ( I suppose that should be another post) So, I will spend my time studying reiki and rune reading on the internet, to the theatre and to the cajon, before doing things with my body. No, not that type of things, you perverted readers of my blog.
After my first day of school, I decided I deserved a prize for all the suffering. I went shopping, I saw it there… and I could not avoid it, I took the cajón flamenco home. Ok, ok, I did not see it there, I had to ask for it, because there was only one left in the shop and it was in the warehouse, but the shop-assistant told that they had the minimum price warranted, you know...
Actually, I had entered the shop because I am engaged in buying a digital drum set, to see if I study a bit this way. I am trying to buy it second-hand, but wanted to check the prices.
And there h is, the nice young shop assistant, who asked me exactly the same question that a couple of days asked me a guy from Craig list. A question sharpened like a knife in the middle of my back, just in the solar plexus, in the middle of that chakra..."Is it for your son?"
Is it for my son ???!!! NOOO IT IS FOR ME
But you need to accept reality, because maybe due to the exam stresses and the paperwork, I suddenly have lots of little pains, my back, my teeth, the are all really bad, so that the friendly dentist says to me that he can tell I have lots of things done but it seems I have not been to a dentist in ten years. I, who pay for the dentist's holidays every year ; a blister with the size of a watermelon due to skating around here, but that is another post; my period, that has come down just on the first day of school, and there I was, breathing breathing all the time to avoid calling the dean on the first day, although I would call him just to check him out when he walks around the class, he looks so hot when he tells the kid off!! ( I suppose that should be another post) So, I will spend my time studying reiki and rune reading on the internet, to the theatre and to the cajon, before doing things with my body. No, not that type of things, you perverted readers of my blog.
The thing is that my brother and some other friendo worry a lot about this new age spirituality that has come over me, and they are scared of me being a member of a scienciology church or somehting like that. However, my friend Puri worried far more whe I told her I was thinking about joining the New York Circus Academy to do some trapezium, when my back ges better and I get as thin as a feather. I wonder why.
Después del primer día de clase, decidí que me merecía un premio de tanto aguantarme fui de compras,lo vi ahí... y no pude evitarlo, me llevé el cajón flamenco a casa. Vale, no lo vi ahí, lo tuve que pedir porque solo les quedaba uno y estaba en el almacén, pero me dijo el tendero que tenía el precio mínimo garantizado... oyes...
En realidad había entrado porque estoy empeñada en comprarme una batería MIDI, para ver si así estudio un poco. La estoy intentando comprar de segunda mano, pero quería mirar como iban los precios.
Y he ahí, el simpático tendero de baterías jovencillo, que me preguntó exactamente lo mismo que hace un par de días me preguntó por teléfono uno del craig list ( el segunda mano de USA). Un pregunta afilada como un puñal en plena espalda, justo por el plexo solas, en pleno chacra..."¿Es para su hijo?"
!!!!¿¿Es para mi hijo??!!!! NOOOO ES PARA MI.
Pero hay que aceptar la realidad, que debe ser por el estrés de las opos y el papeleo, que me han salido todos los achaques de repente, la espalda, las muelas que las tengo todas fatal, que me dice el majo del dentista que es como si ni hubiese ido en diez años, pero que ve que tengo un montón de cosas hechas así que no puede ser así, te diré, si le pago las vacaciones al dentista todos lo años; un pedazo de ampolla del tamaño de una sandía de patinar por aquí, pero eso ya es otro post; la regla, que me ha bajado justo el primer día de clase, y yo respirando respirando respirando todo el tiempo para no llamar al dean el primer día, aunque con tal de echarle un vistazo cuando se pasea por la clase, yo lo llamaba más veces, que que morbo cuando me regaña a los niños ( eso también debería ser otro post). Así que me dedicaré a estudiar reiki y runas por internet, al teatro y al cajón, antes de seguir haciendo cosas con el cuerpo. No, esas cosas no decía, pervertid@s lectores de mi blog.
El caso es que mi hermano y algunos otros amigos están muy preocupados con esta espiritualidad newagera que me ha dado, y temen que acabe siendo miembro de la cienciología o algo peor. En cambio, a mi amiga Puri le ha preocupado mucho más cuando le he dicho que quería apuntarme a la escuela de circo de Nueva York a hacer trapecio, cuando se me cure la espalda y adelgace cual sílfide. Me pregunto por qué será.
Actually, I had entered the shop because I am engaged in buying a digital drum set, to see if I study a bit this way. I am trying to buy it second-hand, but wanted to check the prices.
And there h is, the nice young shop assistant, who asked me exactly the same question that a couple of days asked me a guy from Craig list. A question sharpened like a knife in the middle of my back, just in the solar plexus, in the middle of that chakra..."Is it for your son?"
Is it for my son ???!!! NOOO IT IS FOR ME
But you need to accept reality, because maybe due to the exam stresses and the paperwork, I suddenly have lots of little pains, my back, my teeth, the are all really bad, so that the friendly dentist says to me that he can tell I have lots of things done but it seems I have not been to a dentist in ten years. I, who pay for the dentist's holidays every year ; a blister with the size of a watermelon due to skating around here, but that is another post; my period, that has come down just on the first day of school, and there I was, breathing breathing all the time to avoid calling the dean on the first day, although I would call him just to check him out when he walks around the class, he looks so hot when he tells the kid off!! ( I suppose that should be another post) So, I will spend my time studying reiki and rune reading on the internet, to the theatre and to the cajon, before doing things with my body. No, not that type of things, you perverted readers of my blog.
After my first day of school, I decided I deserved a prize for all the suffering. I went shopping, I saw it there… and I could not avoid it, I took the cajón flamenco home. Ok, ok, I did not see it there, I had to ask for it, because there was only one left in the shop and it was in the warehouse, but the shop-assistant told that they had the minimum price warranted, you know...
Actually, I had entered the shop because I am engaged in buying a digital drum set, to see if I study a bit this way. I am trying to buy it second-hand, but wanted to check the prices.
And there h is, the nice young shop assistant, who asked me exactly the same question that a couple of days asked me a guy from Craig list. A question sharpened like a knife in the middle of my back, just in the solar plexus, in the middle of that chakra..."Is it for your son?"
Is it for my son ???!!! NOOO IT IS FOR ME
But you need to accept reality, because maybe due to the exam stresses and the paperwork, I suddenly have lots of little pains, my back, my teeth, the are all really bad, so that the friendly dentist says to me that he can tell I have lots of things done but it seems I have not been to a dentist in ten years. I, who pay for the dentist's holidays every year ; a blister with the size of a watermelon due to skating around here, but that is another post; my period, that has come down just on the first day of school, and there I was, breathing breathing all the time to avoid calling the dean on the first day, although I would call him just to check him out when he walks around the class, he looks so hot when he tells the kid off!! ( I suppose that should be another post) So, I will spend my time studying reiki and rune reading on the internet, to the theatre and to the cajon, before doing things with my body. No, not that type of things, you perverted readers of my blog.
The thing is that my brother and some other friendo worry a lot about this new age spirituality that has come over me, and they are scared of me being a member of a scienciology church or somehting like that. However, my friend Puri worried far more whe I told her I was thinking about joining the New York Circus Academy to do some trapezium, when my back ges better and I get as thin as a feather. I wonder why.
Después del primer día de clase, decidí que me merecía un premio de tanto aguantarme fui de compras,lo vi ahí... y no pude evitarlo, me llevé el cajón flamenco a casa. Vale, no lo vi ahí, lo tuve que pedir porque solo les quedaba uno y estaba en el almacén, pero me dijo el tendero que tenía el precio mínimo garantizado... oyes...
En realidad había entrado porque estoy empeñada en comprarme una batería MIDI, para ver si así estudio un poco. La estoy intentando comprar de segunda mano, pero quería mirar como iban los precios.
Y he ahí, el simpático tendero de baterías jovencillo, que me preguntó exactamente lo mismo que hace un par de días me preguntó por teléfono uno del craig list ( el segunda mano de USA). Un pregunta afilada como un puñal en plena espalda, justo por el plexo solas, en pleno chacra..."¿Es para su hijo?"
!!!!¿¿Es para mi hijo??!!!! NOOOO ES PARA MI.
Pero hay que aceptar la realidad, que debe ser por el estrés de las opos y el papeleo, que me han salido todos los achaques de repente, la espalda, las muelas que las tengo todas fatal, que me dice el majo del dentista que es como si ni hubiese ido en diez años, pero que ve que tengo un montón de cosas hechas así que no puede ser así, te diré, si le pago las vacaciones al dentista todos lo años; un pedazo de ampolla del tamaño de una sandía de patinar por aquí, pero eso ya es otro post; la regla, que me ha bajado justo el primer día de clase, y yo respirando respirando respirando todo el tiempo para no llamar al dean el primer día, aunque con tal de echarle un vistazo cuando se pasea por la clase, yo lo llamaba más veces, que que morbo cuando me regaña a los niños ( eso también debería ser otro post). Así que me dedicaré a estudiar reiki y runas por internet, al teatro y al cajón, antes de seguir haciendo cosas con el cuerpo. No, esas cosas no decía, pervertid@s lectores de mi blog.
El caso es que mi hermano y algunos otros amigos están muy preocupados con esta espiritualidad newagera que me ha dado, y temen que acabe siendo miembro de la cienciología o algo peor. En cambio, a mi amiga Puri le ha preocupado mucho más cuando le he dicho que quería apuntarme a la escuela de circo de Nueva York a hacer trapecio, cuando se me cure la espalda y adelgace cual sílfide. Me pregunto por qué será.
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