keep the blood in your head, and keep your feet on the ground

Posts from the “thoughts, jots, mots, tots,” Category

member of society…

Posted on October 5, 2018

earlier this week, a student of mine asked me to fix her phone screen, but the mission was a failure. i suggested she take it to the store because it was still under warranty. a couple of days later, i asked her what the status of her phone was. “i’m so sad,” she said, streaking her finger down her face simulating a tear drop. her mother wouldn’t take her to the store until the weekend, and it was wednesday. “but don’t you feel good not being tethered to it?” i asked, hoping there was a bright side to all of this. whenever i lose my phone or i’m out camping somewhere, the first day is always the hardest. but each day after gets much easier,…

we started a league…

Posted on October 3, 2018

about two years ago, i got back in the habit and started playing magic: the gathering again. i stopped sometime in high school around the time fallen empires was released — some 20 years or more ago. my friends and i would save up our quarters and make weekend trips by bike and foot to the store where packs would sometimes go for a dollar a pack; a steal by today’s standards. there were two stores at the opposite ends of a plaza. star market was a grocery store where i picked up some of my first comics. they had a set of tall wood and glass cabinets near the front of the store on the south side, filled with expensive baseball cards, sports…

zeroes…

Posted on September 27, 2018

it’s hard being a teacher. quitting is a constant and persistent thought in my mind. when i wake up, when i’m driving to school, when i pull out the keys to my classroom out of my pocket — i am in a binding state of distress. as a friend and business associate once likened the way he lawyers, it’s gentle pressure relentlessly applied. the constant and flummoxing pressure is the reason why i fill my off-hours with chores and mind-consuming hobbies. there is no such thing as relaxing. whether it’s competitive card games, buying and distributing goods, or obsessively rearranging my mess of an apartment — i live like a shark; the moment i stop swimming is the moment i start drowning. because being…

we are all victims here

Posted on August 18, 2018

“you finally brought it!” i said, as joseph pulled out a case from his backpack. earlier in the week, he challenged me to a game of mario tennis. he put the case on my desk and began unzipping it as two others walked over to see what was going on. i reached over and grabbed my backpack. i pulled my nintendo switch out and handed it to marcos. “let’s play!” joseph shouted. “can’t,” i said, turning my chair towards my computer screen. my computer science class had just finished its first exam, and i had grades to input. i didn’t see the harm in letting the students play a couple video games since it was club day, and i’m co-advisor of the gaming club.…

goodbye

Posted on June 6, 2018

i had to step outside of class for a brief moment after the bell rang and walked through a group of my students sitting outside and eating their brunch — i don’t allow food in the computer lab now that the new desktops have been received and installed. one of the students i didn’t recognize, but it’s the end of the year and i didn’t need to know whose class the student was missing, why they were out, or whether they even had permission. things get so lax after grades are turned in and right before the seniors disappear from campus and go into the stadium to practice walking for graduation. with a glance, i counted five. they stood around a tight circle near…