Monday, November 21, 2005
Y,O,G,A ,YOGA
Today was the beginning of a revolution. The youthful teachers are starting to overrule the old guard. We now form a strong force that is attempting to blow away the dusty ideas and archaic teaching styles of the geriatric staff.
We have in-service training today and tomorrow. Today was enjoyable. Normally, these days are spent listening to our Rector drone on and on about nothing of importance. Instead, he kept his speech short and had a couple of other interesting teachers give some worthwhile presentations.
I got roped into chairing the Health Promoting School committee. It is all about getting staff and students active in body and in the school community to make school a better place. It isn't that bad; I get to change a few things that bother me about this school.
The new music teacher started today. Eleanor is a young and very pleasant girl. We made her feel welcome and she will make a good addition the Youth Revolution.
The second half of the day was for a "personal health" break. We had a choice of attending 4 sessions: yoga, aquarobics, relaxation techniques or massage. I wasn't fond of aquarobics because I am not a 50 year old woman with arthritis. Relaxation techniques did not really sound fun. I don't particularly like pretending I am a cloud or running in any directions making strange noises. Massage sounded nice until I realized that it was not going to be a hot blonde Swedish girl giving me a massage. I would have to practice on other staff members and they would have to practice. That is just one step too far past the prifessional relationship. So I opted for yoga. Apart from the large cracks I heard in my shoulders and the painful stretching, I enjoyed it. I might even think about going to a class on a weekly basis.
I am moving into a different flat a couple of minutes away. At the current place we have to move out at Christmas, Easter and over the summer break. This is a shitty set up so we're gonna move. It's a much smaller place but should be pretty good.
We have in-service training today and tomorrow. Today was enjoyable. Normally, these days are spent listening to our Rector drone on and on about nothing of importance. Instead, he kept his speech short and had a couple of other interesting teachers give some worthwhile presentations.
I got roped into chairing the Health Promoting School committee. It is all about getting staff and students active in body and in the school community to make school a better place. It isn't that bad; I get to change a few things that bother me about this school.
The new music teacher started today. Eleanor is a young and very pleasant girl. We made her feel welcome and she will make a good addition the Youth Revolution.
The second half of the day was for a "personal health" break. We had a choice of attending 4 sessions: yoga, aquarobics, relaxation techniques or massage. I wasn't fond of aquarobics because I am not a 50 year old woman with arthritis. Relaxation techniques did not really sound fun. I don't particularly like pretending I am a cloud or running in any directions making strange noises. Massage sounded nice until I realized that it was not going to be a hot blonde Swedish girl giving me a massage. I would have to practice on other staff members and they would have to practice. That is just one step too far past the prifessional relationship. So I opted for yoga. Apart from the large cracks I heard in my shoulders and the painful stretching, I enjoyed it. I might even think about going to a class on a weekly basis.
I am moving into a different flat a couple of minutes away. At the current place we have to move out at Christmas, Easter and over the summer break. This is a shitty set up so we're gonna move. It's a much smaller place but should be pretty good.
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By "young and very pleasant girl", are you trying to tell us that she's a hot chick? Possible score? :)
Well, it's obvious that you think she's hot, not obvious that (if?) you scored. ha! Good luck with that!
Maybe I'll meet my dream husband in the nosebleed section (re: drunk fighting section) of the Bell Centre tonight. If I'm lucky, he'll be French Canadian with a mullet.
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Maybe I'll meet my dream husband in the nosebleed section (re: drunk fighting section) of the Bell Centre tonight. If I'm lucky, he'll be French Canadian with a mullet.
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