Sunday, January 29, 2012

Running

When I was about to be a senior in high school, my sister Jaclyn said she was going to go out for the cross country team that Fall. I said, "Maybe I will too." She then gave me a look of disbelief as my mom said, "Yeah right, you could never do that." Apparently, people considered me lazy just because I didn't always show up for my classes, try very hard, or put any effort into the sports I did play. My mom continued with "I bet you 10 bucks you couldn't make it through one season of cross country." It was then that I decided for sure to go out for the team.

A week before school started, my sister and I showed up for the first cross country practice. That was the day I learned that to join cross country and win $10 from my mom, I would be required to run. And run a lot. In fact, every single cross country race was a 5k. That's 3.1 miles, or what I used to refer to as "wayyyy too far, are you kidding?"

My first race was at Radnor high school. I finished the race in 44 minutes and was second to last out of all of the competing girls. Jaclyn, who has asthma and bad knees, was dead last at 45 minutes.

When I told two of my friends about the race, they both expected me to quit right then. Apparently, I was considered a quitter just because I quit basketball, viola, guitar, and gymnastics. They each bet me $10 I wouldn't last the season. I cleared out my wallet and made room for the $30 that I would soon pocket once I made it to the last race in November. I decided if I had to run every race that Fall that I may as well get good at it. I started to train (welllll, I showed up for some of the practices and ate a lot of pasta and popcorn for the carbs...). Soon enough, I got pretty good. I ended the season with a personal best of 21 minutes for a 5k.

Fast forward 10 years later and I'm trying to become a runner. I have been trying to become a runner for about 6 years. I really feel like this is my year though. I bought a runner's insulated shirt, I might buy some new sneakers (still using the ol' cross country shoes), and I have a tab open on my computer to sign up for a 5k in San Francisco. That's a pretty good start. After doing some light outdoor runs for the past couple of weeks, I went to the gym today to see just how far and how fast I can run. I ran a 5k on the treadmill in 33 minutes, which is sadly better than my first race back at Radnor High. The goal is to be at 30 minutes next weekend. If I can get to 24 minutes at an official race this spring I will be thrilled. Wish me luck.

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

The Little Shamrock...

...is the best bar ever. It is a neighborhood bar in the inner sunset and might be the oldest bar in SF. It's adorable and cozy. We went there the other night with Cat and Adrian, two of my blog's biggest fans.

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Cat and I got into a heated argument about which Kardashian is the worst, and the next thing we knew, three hours had passed! What a great way to spend a Sunday night.

Monday, January 16, 2012

Macbeth part 2

I've been calling on boys to read girls' parts, and girls to read boys' parts when we act out Macbeth. One day, a sweet and funny boy was playing the part of Lady Macbeth. We were looking at punctuation and talking about how when there is an exclamation point, you have to say the line enthusiastically. The boy started to get really into the part, using hand motions, etc, when he proclaimed the line, "Come to my womanly breast and turn my milk sour!" Hilarity ensued.
Another day, a big burly awesome kid was called on to play Lady Macbeth. He got "on stage" (the front of the classroom) and used an incredibly high lady-like voice the entire time he read lines. The girl who was acting out Macbeth used a regular voice for her first lines. Then there was a stage direction which said "[in a low voice]" which meant in a whisper, however, she thought it meant in a low, deep voice. So she began reading her lines in a low man's voice and the boy read Lady Macbeth's part in a high voice. Again, hilarity ensued.
I can't believe this is my job.

Friday, January 13, 2012

My Week

Golden Gate Park:
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From Buena Vista Park:
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Grading papers outside:
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Ocean Beach:
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Duboce Park:
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Thursday, January 5, 2012

Macbeth

Today, the 7th grade started reading Macbeth. Yesterday, we learned a little bit about Shakespearean language and they practiced by writing love letters using Shakespeare's words: "Thou art beautiful my leman, but I am just a rudesby. Whatever. I'm over thou already." (Direct quote) Then, today I got them super pumped on Iambic Pentameter (I don't think I'm being sarcastic here, but it's hard to tell). Finally, we were ready for Act 1, scene 1 today.
The scene has 3 witches in it and they say these two lines "Fair is foul and foul is fair; we hang in the fog and in the dirty air" or something like that.
I say, "The first thing I think of is baseball. If a ball is fair, it's not foul. So I don't understand the witches. How could something be FAIR and FOUL at the same time? And what does that have to do with dirty air?? Anyone have a guess?"
One sincere looking kid in the back raises his hand immediately. I call on him. "Explain this please!" I say to him.
"Farts." After a moment of silence he says, "They're foul to everyone, but fair because it's just natural and it definitely makes dirty air." I couldn't catch my breath for a good two minutes from laughing so hard. So today, I got paid to laugh when a kid talked about farts in relation to Shakespeare. Better than your day.