2-15-00 Tu 11:50 AM
I'm in Federline's room next door to mine where there is a telephone.  I called the district and found out if I take this adult ed coordinatorship, I shouldn't lose any seniority nor have any trouble finding a new teaching position if the job doesn't work out.  I'm still not sure it's a good idea.  Would I only be interrupting my drive toward retirement and the top of the pay scale?  I have to get on SR22 today.  I have to go to the DMV tomorrow.  I have to take the day off to go to court in Corona on Friday.  I can't believe people don't rise up and overthrow the courts and DMV and CHP.  There are only two crimes: theft and assault.  If you commit neither of these, you should never have the government take you money or freedom.  Law enforcement does the assault and the courts commit the thievery on a generally non-criminal populace.  Fuck the police.  I finished a third-person page this morning.  I have to try and work on Jim when I get home.  That's been stalled for weeks.  I ate a warm bagel with cream cheese and rode my bike to school.  Got a paper and read it.  Two million people are in jail in the Land of the Free.  Taxes.  IEPs tomorrow.  Idaho after court on Friday.  Bring photos to my dad.  Ugh.  I need to break from this bullshit fucked up--world?  County?  Time?  The DMV and CHP should be abolished.    Should I take this new job?  Should I fail to appear?  What would Thoreau do?  I just found a box of chocolates from Valentine's Day last year.  The cherries inside some of them have collapsed, but the almond roca ones are still good.  I had to send Pedro to the office to call home because he was covered in mud.  The chocolates aren't really doing the trick.  I'm hungry.  I just want to be left alone.  Jim is all fucked up.  That's all he wants, but I've turned him into a sex freak. 

2-19-00 10:50 AM M
I'm in class.  It's raining again.  The kids are doing a math assignment.  I woke up early this morning, but I just lay in bed and listened to the radio.  They were talking about whether the soft drink Mountain Dew kills sperm.  Whatever.  I didn't shower this morning because I hadn't done anything since yesterday's shower that necessitated a new one.  I just got dressed, trimmed my beard, and gelled my hair.  I had some coffee, but I forgot to take my vitamin. I put a Valentine card and the perfume on the kitchen table.  I felt like kind of a lame-o.  I started writing a third-person page, but I wanted a ride to work, so I left with Rochelle before I was done. I got the newspaper.  McCain and Bush are neck and neck in South Carolina.  The kids used the computers before the bell rang.  Then they talked about their weekends and wrote in their journals while I planned the lessons for the week.  I took care of the register and copied some information for a salary point workshop I may attend.  I went to see Phylicia to ask some more questions about my deduction, but she wasn't in the office.  I hope I can get a ride home today.  I'm feeling confident about this interview.  I wonder if I'll make less over the long run, though, than if I just stay in elementary school.  Hmm.  So, I'll figure out what to say for that interview and head over to the adult school around 4:30.  I've been in bilingual education for eight years.  I've worked within the Krashen philosophy and now the Unz Initiative.  I worked at an Eastman model school for four years with a majority of primary language instruction, and now I'm at a westside school that's more into English immersion.  I understand second language acquisition because I've done it.  I completed Project READ with Dr. Calfee which emphasizes a phonics-based approach, but I'm also familiar with whole-language models.  I've been to numerous language and literacy conferences including the Bilinugal Education Committee's UCLA seminar.  I worked on the Partners in Education in Pacoima, a Title VII grant through which we offered family math, and I coordinated the after-school tutoring program at Sharp Avenue Elementary for two years.  I implemented the use of a series called Children's Books of Responsibility.  I attended la Tardeada de Literatura,

2-13-00 Su 7:25 PM
I typed fifteen minutes yesterday morning.  We watched "The Hi-Lo Country."  It was okay.  We went and looked at some Chevy's.  Rochelle decided to get a Ford Explorer, though.  We went up to the Coyote Cafe in Laurel Canyon.  It's called Pace now, though. Our waitress was a cute Italian gal.  We went home and humped after that.  Then we slept a while before driving down to Huntington Beach to see Millie and Steve.  They ordered Thai.  We had to go to a Rite Aid to get inhalers.  We went to a bar full of dickheads and shot some pool.  We won one and lost one.  Then we went back to Millie's and Steve's and played Trivial Pursuit.  We didn't finish, though.  Steve and I played poker for a while after the girls went to sleep.  After a few hands, we went to bed, too.  It was raining when we drove home this morning.  We went to Denny's. I tried to kill myself.  We came home and lay in bed.  Hand job, newspaper, nap.  Tiger Woods didn't win the Buick International.  We went to the furniture place, but it was closed.  I dropped Rochelle off and went to Bloomingdale's and got some perfume I heard her say she liked.  Gawd, was there pussy at the Beverly Center!  I came home.  Rochelle made some linguini in clam sauce.  Now, I'm doing this.  I have to read the last page of the Bible tonight.  Crazy.  Epic.  Frightening.  Then we're going to watch "The Simpsons" and "Life is Beautiful."  I have that interview with Ms. Arete tomorrow about a better-paying job.  I need to review my materials and background.  I've got to get my tax stuff together for Phylicia tomorrow.  Got a lot of letters to write.  I need a couple weeks off.  We'll be in Idaho next weekend.  I haven't been working on Jim.  I have to do a third person and read Blake and Ueland.  How is this day over already?  I'm assuming our game today got rained out.  I have to figure out about this ticket still.  What else? Play a little guitar tonight.  While I'm watching "The Simpsons." Shirelle left a message on the machine saying she heard from Jerry the Freak the I got married.  I'm sure glad I wasn't picking up the phone this morning.