This should’ve been the year for El Tri. Mexico deserved it. When Maxi Rodriguez scored in overtime for Argentina the same words that came out of Oswaldo Sanchez’s mouth came out of mine “Chinga tu madre!” Not necessarily at the player or the team, but at the action that had just occurred. That absurd goal took away all hope that filled all Mexicans. So, once again we have to wait. In politics it is six years, with the beautiful game it is four. El Tri made a valiant effort and fought hard against a great Argentine squad.
Just like Tevye from Fiddler on the Roof had his conversations with God, I too do the same.
God, I know you have a lot of things to tend to like natural disasters, war, world hunger, etc., but one of these days is it possible that you help the Mexican national team win the World Cup? It would bring so much happiness to a country that has suffered much and fill its citizens with optimism. Perhaps it would be the springboard to a better Mexico. Whenever you have time God. It may be a lot to ask for but hopefully you will consider it one day. In the meantime I thank you for giving me a real bad cold because it helped conceal my pain at the defeat. The sniffles weren’t a result of some virus but instead were caused by the tears that I shed. I know that no one wants to see a grown man crying, so once again I thank you.
What can I say? I love you Iran! Mexico lost today to Portugal (2-1) but with Iran tying (1-1) with Angola “El Tri” goes on to the second round of the World Cup. With the early goal by Portugal I was nervous as hell! I thinking I was pulling out my hair. With el Kikín’s goal it made things better…but…Omar…relájate compa, no quieras explotar el balón. Ni modo así es la cosa. Le pasa a todos, especialmente en eso de los penales. Quién nos toca? Argentina? Holland? Nos va caer bien el regreso de Borgetti.
Como dice Oswaldo Sanchez, “Vamos Cabrones!” México! México!
I think this is the year! I really do. Check out this track by Alex Lora and listen to what might happen if El Tri wins it all this year!
» El Tri - Si México Ganara el Mundial
The last day of school was awfully sad. Every year the fifth graders present a Patriotic program where they sing and dance for the entire student school (K-5). Unfortunately, this year there seemed to be too many teachers leaving. Even our awesome principal is leaving us (not her decision) When the kids finished up their presentation, special recognition was given to those teachers that were leaving, including one of our very own grade level teachers. Our principal was asked to take a seat in front of the fifth graders and we all sang the Good Bye song. Everyone, I mean everyone started tearing up. It was especially very trying for our departing principal who could not stop sobbing. What finally got to me was when I saw the kids crying as they sang the goodbye song.
I always thought that the last day of school would be a day of celebration and happiness that they year is over but for many of us it was a very sad time.
After the presentation we still had a few more hours to go in the day so I ended my last day of “instruction” with a viewing of The Sandlot. Midway through the film I got a call from the vp. Quickly, the student that I butted heads with the most blurted out, “Oooh, you’re getting fired!,” followed by laughter. I blushed a bit. The VP needed to talk to me in his office immediately. Within a minute another teacher came in to supervise my kids. I thought to myself, what could I have possibly done. I entered the vp’s office and he asked me to sit down as he was on the phone. I sat there semi-nervous twiddling my thumbs. About five minutes later he hung up and started asking me about my plans for the summer and what I decided on how to complete a last requirement to fulfill my credential. I explained my plan, he gave me the ok and told me that I would be working in a K class during the summer. I quickly envisioned myself as Arnold in the one movie. Anyhow, he gave me a quick smile, I thanked him, shook his hand and I was on my way back to the class. I figured that my kids couldn’t have been evil to the teacher watching the class, especially since every 4th and 5th grade boy has a crush on her (One of my students blushes every time he sees her). As I reached my wing of the school I saw a head peak out of my class down the hallway. I thought “Oh no, what are these kiddies up to.” I got to the door, hesitated a few seconds, opened the door and “SURPRISE!” They started throwing balloons in the air and at me and starting hugging me. There was food and drinks set up all over the class. It was a surprise party for me! I just about started crying right there and then. Why would they do this for me? I was just blown away. I was speechless. In the end I found out that it was really the kids that planned the party and that they went to the vp to try to get a way for me to get out of the class so they could set up.
After all the kids were dismissed to go home I got a hug from every single one of them. It was an awesome feeling. You made connections with all these individuals. It was an overwhelming feeling. I grew attached to many of these kids and possibly I may never see them again.
After the kids went home there was an end of year luncheon for the entire school staff. We also wanted to honor our departing principal and other teachers. One of my favorite teachers gave a beautiful prayer, her voice quivering with sadness, before we ate and I swear that everyone in attendance had tears in their eyes.
I don’t know if I’m a good teacher or if I’ll continue in the profession but I do know that the past few months have been some of the most challenging, exciting, and emotional time of my life. I have accomplished many professional and personal goals that I thought I would never complete or conquer.
I made it.
Well, the Detroit Pistons lost in six games but there is still one positive thing that can be taken away from this loss to the Miami Heat…Ben Wallace blocking the crap out of the “Big Aristotle’s” dunk attempt. Shaq got knocked down to the ground. Forget about a Finals trophy. That play did it for me. All I can hear was Dave Chappelle screaming “In Yo Face!”
Who cares if Jesus was married or not. I don’t. What was interesting and should’ve been explored more in the Da Vinci Code was the first meeting between the Roman Emperor and the Christian followers on the mortality or divinity of Jesus. That would’ve made the film more interesting. Then again it would’ve been like watching the History channel. Interestingly this kind of compromising still goes on today. For example Catholics are not supposed to kneel anymore. Before this my parents recall that mass was given in Latin with the priest facing the alter during the entire mass. Anyhow, much like Leyla’s review I agree with her words.
The film I do recommend is X-Men. It was a good film, maybe much more so for me because I used to watch the X-Men cartoons as a kid. If it wasn’t for the god damn chicks yapping behind us during the entire film it would’ve been much more enjoyable. I have just about had it with going to movie theatres. When I saw the Da Vinci Code it reached the point of absurdity. Some couple decided to take their newborn child to the 10:05 p.m. showing. Fuck lady, what do you expect? Of course, the baby was crying and making “cute” baby noises throughout the entire movie. They thought it was adorable. I just wanted to scratch my eye out from the frustration.