Tuesday, 10 November 2009

  • Sometimes pt. 3

    Sometimes people's ignorance and closed mindedness really blows my mind. How could someone call themselves an educator for the future when they ridicule races, generalize, point and laugh and even gawk at people. How could them thing they're better them others. How are they expecting to teach a diverse classroom with that kind of a mindset. Thing they're better then certain parents because of their race? Ridiculous. Composure is essential, but when you share a roof with someone that dark, you sometimes want to slap them.  I'm embarrassed to call you an educator. I hoped you grow out of it one day and realize how hurtful you became to those students. Or maybe you'll never know and hurt all those children's potential because you belittled them because of their race, economic status or where they came from. How dare you. People like me are trying to get teachers like you out of work. Teachers that loose hope or don't even try to help certain students because they're Black or Latino are teachers that I try so hard to fight. I fight to put you no where near the students. You maybe early elementary, but it will end up being me picking up the tab for you. For the children you hurt, I'll be mending. For me, I'll be fighting people like you for the rest of my life. You know what, I realize that, that is something I'll be doing for the rest of my life because there are many more people like you. I'm fine with fighting, I was born to fight and I picked this major to be the best, including the best at everything that is thrown my way. Teaching isn't easy. Snooty parents, parents that work all day so can't get involved in the child's education, children's problems you fix, manners you teach, extra hours out of school to help each child and the people like you that I have to kick ass. I love teaching, I hate needing to teach you, a teacher. Teaching you a new notion away from the racism you were breed into. Why do I have to educate you. You're a grown woman, snap out of it. You're not better then them. You're actually nothing compared to what they will be. I hope the students teach you a hard lesson cause no one will be there to hold your had or blow on your boo boos. Start sucking it up because teaching is a shitty world, but a world I would forever love and engulf myself in, that is why I'll trying hundred times harder to pick-up your mistakes and the thousands of other teachers that are as shitty as you. Face the facts, you're a shitty teacher. You like kids, but teaching is MORE than liking children. It's about LOVING all children, loving them so unconditionally you pour every moment of your time and your thought on them. You'll pour our your own money to get them the materials they need if the school won't provide, loving them even when the student is problematic, working weekends like a weekday for the love of the children. Sleep 4 hours and use the 20 hours on how to improve yourself FOR the children. That, is teaching. Get it right.


  • Sometimes pt. 2

    Sometimes you're there but not. Do you hear me clearly? Do you HEAR ME? You're there see! But you're not. Like right now, you're here by reading this, but you're not here because I do not see or hear you. You're not even a mile near me. But most the time, the distance isn't the problem. Mentally, you're not there. Emotionally you're there half the time and physically you're barely there. So where are you? You're in my mine. I'm in your mind (If I read minds I could be more precise but by your words, you say I am.). But why can't you be here for me emotionally and mentally. You think thinking about me is enough sometimes and yeah it is. But this, this right here. This you call love, you call the one is still a plant. Don't water it, don't weed out the bad, don't watch over it. It dies. But when you show yourself in front of the plant. Weed here and there.Water it sometimes it will survive. May not be this large extravagant thing, but it's surviving by the little things there. It hangs out because of you. So, how are you going to treat the plant for the rest of your life. You have the plant because you were willing to do the work, so start working.
  • Sometimes...



    Sometimes, no, usually I have a hard time admitting my wrongs. But it does not help when you get scrutinized and almost taunted for it. Even if someone did not mean to portray it that way, it comes out and it hits you. You try to suck it up admit it and laugh it off with everyone but deep down, it hurts. It hurts because they did not have to publicize it as a way to say, "hey you and the person's wrongs is similar and I know." Obviously I know. Obviously I'm trying to help them at the same time because I know. Obviously, no. It's not obvious because you did not see it. But, it hurt. Pointing at me as if I had a huge red X on my head with permanent marker. Yeah, I'm wrong. I admitted it with as much confidence as I could. I say this now after month after the occurrence to prove to you and the rest of the world my raw human element. I still get hurt by the thought of what happened and I keep it in so hide my weakness. The only time you will see my weakness is through words and writing. There, you can't see my face. You can't dissect the creases on my forehead, lips, the way I move my body and the way I move my eyes. You listen not from what my body is telling you but the most human I can become without fibbing. I ache, I'm not immortal. I have feelings, I have memories, and I have specific memories that still stab me a thousand times in the heart. I am human so hate me. You're human so do you hate yourself now?



Monday, 26 October 2009

  • On the burner.


    Boyfriends and future husbands, do not forget that a girlfriend or fiance is an obligation. Just as your school work, your friends, your promises to be with people put him in a situation that you must honor the promises you make, a girlfriend and a wife are obligations. When you dedicated your heart to be with theirs, you made a promise. You promised to be there for her when she needs help, put her as a priority, care for her and look out for her as if she was the most valuable gem anyone could see. But you are lucky boyfriends and future husbands. That promise has a leeway. You could put off that promise, tell that promise you'll fulfill it another time, say you're too busy or say your other worldly obligations are something you must meet no matter how badly you say you wish you could meet the ones you made with her heart. When you do not fulfill that promise that was made when you took a part of her, you break the part of her heart that you do have. Do not let the part she gave to you crumble away till you do not attain her any longer and leave her broken hearted. Do not take advantage of the fact that no matter how busy you get with your life, the life you made with her would always be tided up in a neat box for you to comeback to when you have time. Do not forget the girl that warmed your heart as your soak up the hearth provided for you by her own hands. Do not forget who provided the most patient for your mistakes. Do not forget her, the sacrifices she made for you, the times she waited for you, the times she let you pick the things you want over the promises you made her. Please men, do not forget her, she is fragile and is wilting from the world you percieve because she has been burning  in the back burner for you just so you could put the other parts of your life on the front so they would not burn away.

    Girlfriends and future wives, do not forget the sacrifices your men made for you. The times you were a monster and he still embraced with with all your torns and bagages. Do not forget the number of times he forgave you for all the mistakes in like that hurt him. Don't let your ignorance tear you way from what is infront of you, the knight in armor that need a shine for him to glow. You let the world fool you or tell you that love is consistently glowing bright and that a long lasting relationship should always be like the first weeks you were together, the wedded bliss feel. Love in fact is stubborn. It does not cooperate in the way YOU with it to. It hurts, and you blame the man for the hurt and the pain. You believe he is at fault for always putting himself and his friends before you. You blind yourself girls of the true love he has been trying to show you. He may not be the character from the movies that always come through when you want him too, but the man is the one person that comes through when you need him too. Do not take advantage of his love for you. Do not overpass it as neglect, do not think just because he does not call you every moment, say "iloveyou" every second or sound like he's enthralled with you everytime that he is not longer your love. Because he's not the man you saw during your bliss that he is not the same man he showed you through the sweet times. Love, you will have the sweet times, but to have it everytime would make your tummy ache from too much sweetness. If the bliss is decreased by a miligram, it is seen as though he does not love you. In fact, he loves you even more by taking away the bliss, it is proof that your love is maturing and that your love does not need to stay strong and beautiful through every phonecall. It proves to you that your love could be stronger than the couples who see each other hourly, because even through seperation your love glows on your face. Girls, do not take advantage of your man if he gives his all to you and profess his love to you. Do not make your mind or your eyes go astray because if your man is that good to you, you will never find a man that good in anyone else. Everyone else will be compared to the deeds he did for you. Girls, your problem is putting your men on the front or back burner. You can not equal it out. It keep it too close to you in the front and watch it over with a hawk's eye that it never becomes the product you wish it to be and only turns out great with a hawk's eye. When you put your men on the back, you let him burn and forget him as if he was nothing, and then you lose something that was potentially great.



    Appreciation, obligation, duty and honor. Those are needed to make it equal to each other.

Tuesday, 15 September 2009

  • Here Is to Forever Happiness <3






    15 Things The Boy Does That Makes Hannah

    Terribly Happy:


    1. The spontaneous texts of corny love sayings
    2. The wake-up kisses that lighten up my face
    3. Drawing and writing little notes on my white board without me knowing
    4. Staying how terribly happy you are with me
    5. The sighs of content after a long busy day and there is that moment with the lazy sighs saying "just the two of us."
    6. Unexpected tight waist hugs.
    7. Boy's warm hands warming up my cold arms
    8. Holding my hands tighter in a pushy, busy, and bustling place
    9. Stroking my hair while I'm laying down
    10. Naps on his lap
    11. Watching him sleep comfortably
    12. Knowing even when I'm an ugly monster, he's still willing to be my prince charming.
    13. Tucking me in over the phone by singing to me the "L.O.V.E." song
    14. Scruffy chin tickles (Even when I act like I don't like it)
    15. Walking around in boy's t-shirt while smelling it.

    I know I become such a stubborn monster to you. Impatient, motor mouthed without a filter or a thought to process. But I want you to know that I am always happy with you, even when you are angry or I'm angry.

    Here are at least 15 things that make me terribly happy. Even in ugly times, these 15 things remind me that everyone has ugliness, but this one boy is the only one qualified to make me terribly terribly happy. Reasons why ugly is a fad and the little things are the ones that you aim for after the bumps. Here is to happiness.


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