Bob’s Blog

5 things I want to do before I die:

1) Get married.
2) Have kids.
3) To get a PHD.
4) To write my own book.
5) To have it better than my parents ever had it.

I want  to write a book. I have no idea why. But it’s something I’ve always wanted to do secretly but sort have played off when people inquire about my writing(s).

Now, of course, if I get my phd and teach at a university, I will most certainly have to write a book. But that’s not really the type of book I would want to write. I mean, in regards to history, it feels like it’s all been done before. How many times can you dig up research on The French Revolution, World War II, or The Romans? Not to say I don’t enjoy reading or writing about those things, because I do, it’s just I can’t foresee myself wanting to write an entire book about such things. It’s hard enough at times to write 10-15 pages on a subject for a class. Let alone a few hundred pages.

I have no idea what I would write about though. Maybe a book about pies. I like pie, most people like pie. It seems logical to write about pie then.

1 + 1 = 2

I could write entire chapters on why pies are delicious and why they are the greatest thing on this earth. Especially key lime and apple pie. Cherry is ok, blueberry is kind of iffy, and pumpkin is mindblowing. I could debate over frozen pies and homemade pies. And whether or not they should be eaten hot or cold. I could tackle tough questions such as: is whipped cream always necessary? When is it acceptable to eat it with ice cream? And should nuts such as Pecans be allowed in pies?

But I don’t think most people would read it now thinking about it. Nobody actually wants to read about pies, but rather eat them.

And most people especially wouldn’t read my books on history. Because, let’s be honest – most people are bored by history. And the History Channel doesn’t always help fix that problem either. My students will read my history books though. Because I will force upon them all that I have written much like my professors have done to me.

How the Union Kicked the South’s Ass: A Story of America’s Civil War and Famous Pies of the Time by Dr. Bob

Maybe that wouldn’t be too bad re-thinking this.

Maybe I could write a story about my life. But exaggerate it. I’ve led a pretty normal life though. But, I could spice it up much like James Frey did in A Million Little Pieces. I could tell tales of glory, triumph and heartbreak and tweak them. Say for example, instead of getting heartbroken by mostly normal everyday girls…I could be getting heartbroken by coked up strippers!

Er, wait. That actually did happen.

OK. So maybe this book thing isn’t turning out so hot right now. But I’ll come up with something. It’ll be mindblowing, you watch. It’ll be so hot the book will actually catch fire while you read it.

I can’t wait.

I actually kind of like that new Justin Timberlake song.

I’ve got terrible taste in music sometimes, I know. I hold Cathy personally accountable for this one.

Thus concludes my first week at the high school. It’s been a very, very long week to say the least.

I’m not really teaching full time right now, rather, easing my way into it my doing 1 or 2 periods at a time. And in a few weeks, I’ll be pretty much entirely on my own.

Not surprisingly, I have a lot of kids on IEP plans and have special needs. One student of mine even has asperger’s disease. While special education isn’t something I really want to do with my life, it’s nice to actually have this experiance to better prepare myself in the future. When I did student teaching last semester, there were also a few kids with IEP’s. For whatever reason, my co-opt seems to get most of the students with special needs. He’s not always happy about that (since he isn’t trained to do any of that stuff and it really becomes frustrating to handle at times) but he never holds it against the kids and does his best to work with them all.

But really other than that…there seems to be no major problems. Most of the kids seems like they’re easy to get along with and are level headed. So, that’s always a blessing.

“I’m going to do what I think is right, and if, you know, if people don’t like me for it, that’s just the way it is.” - George W. Bush on his declining poll numbers

Tomorrow starts my student teaching. I went to a meeting this morning going over everything: licensure, professionalism, graduation, exams…and tonight, I spent about 2 hours talking with students and parents about the semester and what we will be doing.

This day has been so very surreal.

It all has hit me. And it’s hit me pretty hard.This whole day has been about change…whether it was sitting by myself during the UAO meeting without my crew and wondering what to do with myself both during and after the meeting, or sitting there and talking to parents about the upcoming months, or sitting there talking education with fellow teachers.

8 months from now, I could be in Bowling Green. I could be in Cleveland. I could be in Las Vegas. I could be in California. I could be in Texas. I could be in North Carolina. I’m not sure what the future holds for me.

It’s both scary and exciting.

The Japanese can be weird. And crazy. But they sure do make some crazy delicious candy.

Domo arigato, Jimmy and Isha.

I really wish I could write a thorough, well thought out review of the movie. And I simply cannot. The bottom line is this: It was everything that I ever could have imagined, and more. I walked out speechless, literally, over what I had just seen.

I’ve never had more fun in a movie theater. And Samuel L. Jackson is the man. Period. Only he could pull off something as completely ridiculous and absurd as this and make it work.

Some people are all about the leather recliners, or the chairs with the wheels on the bottom that you can scooch around in your cubicle with.

Not this guy.

I am all about the lawn chairs. Especially lawn chairs with cup holders on both sides of the arm rests. It’s a man’s chair. Because it can hold two bottles of beer for me while I take care of business on the computer.

About the desk – you’ve probably noticed the mis-coloring. At first, I blamed it on Walmart (Yes – I let down my boycott, just for this desk). The desk is cheap, and it’s from Walmart. I half expect something to be wrong with it. So when I finished building it, I was happy. Then I noticed the brown side and cursed in anger. There was no way I’m taking this all apart.

Then my good friend Isha, in typical womanly observant fashion, said I misplaced two of the pieces. I again cursed in anger.

I blame it on the directions though. Much of it was in Spanish anyways. And those small Indonesian children probably should’ve just painted the whole thing black, so as not to embaress guys like me.

This is about one of the funniest things I’ve ever seen.

I leave for BG on Tuesday. I get to move in and all that jazz. I’m pretty excited. Although, I’m not excited about all this packing and last minute running around.

That’s the worst part about moving: Everything. The packing, unpacking, the traveling. It’s all too much of a hassel, no matter how much you do or don’t have.

My last day of work was Friday. It was a little more bittersweet than I thought it would be. Only because I’m going to genuinly miss some of my co-workers. There were some that really did make some days fun and really did a lot to negate a lot of the crap that goes on there.

Last week, from Tuesday up until Friday, I was ridiculously sick. Why? Two words: Burger King. I’m never eating there ever again. I went there for lunch on Tuesday, and I felt nauseous the rest of the day. I then woke up in severe pain about 3 in the morning that night. And ever since then for the most part, I’ve been feeling like shit.

If I really had it “my way”, I wouldn’t be sick.

So, yes. Burger King. You now join Subway and Wal-Mart on “Bob’s Banned List”.