Oi ve

God dammit.

I can normally tell when I'm stressed because it parallels how many mistakes I make throughout the days and weeks. Granted, I know when I'm stressed, but it becomes really obvious when I'm sending e-mails to the wrong people or submitting the wrong, incomplete files for peer reviews.

I'm told I should run to burn it off and get my head together--but if I had time to run, I'd be using it to sleep!

Summer vaca, I miss you lots.

More school, less school

President Obama suggested we make school days longer and shorten summers so the U.S. can be up to par with other countries.

Governor Linda Lingle cut school funds and furloughed Fridays.

Ouch.

Where my English homies be at?

I spent the majority of my Tuesday e-mailing English professors, public state language art teachers, and board of education staff asking about their opinion on a NYTimes article--teachers are beginning to give a thumbs up to students wanting to read books such as Captain Underpants over To Kill a Mockingbird. It's all part of a plan for students to enjoy reading instead of being assigned something they may not understand, and ultimately despise.

However, this method would end book discussions, and perhaps even the classics as we know that have been socialized into our culture. Not to mention, future reading comprehension and writing skills could become questionable in an already questionable school system.

So, I found this interesting and figured English instructors would think of it as even more so. Except, while I took the time to individually e-mail a good portion of Honolulu's schools and boards asking for a quick 100-200 word response...

I got no damn replies!