Highlights of my Day... Monday, September 22

1. First class of the week and it was a total flop… the overhead screen refused to go down, the disk drive refused to both play and spit out my CD, several students forgot that they had presentations today, and we ended up having to change rooms. My usual classroom for first period is a cozy classroom but, when we switched rooms, my assistant brought me to a large lecture hall where I had to stand on a stage.

2. Students forgetting about presentations really got to me. I’ve been accused by many for babying my students and yes, on several levels I do really try to help them out. I had emailed them all, reminding them about presentations and so it really bothered me that they couldn’t even be so bothered to read the email that took me about 4 hours to enter in all 200-some student email addresses and 3 hours to make a Power Point lecture file with class lists of which students are presenting what days, and what topic their presentation should center around.

3. My second class made up for my first class. They had shown up early to prepare for their presentations and everything in the classroom was working.

4. The school hired a crew to take our staff photos for some kind of university advertising they’re doing but what was suppose to be a photo shot ended up being some long, dragged out production… and no photos. We showed up as promised and there before us stood about 8 Korean men, 6 of which were trying to figure out the video camera and tripod. It was like a bad Korean rendition of a Newfie joke… “How many Koreans does it take to turn on a video camera?!”… hehehe. We all joked about it but it was rather annoying.

5. Little did I know, but as I stood there waiting while these Korean men tried to get their act together, FedEx with my gift from Adidas was knocking on my door. When I returned home, there stuck a notice, right on my door, stating that I’ll have to wait till tomorrow for them to come back around… I can’t wait!!! This is like Christmas… totally!!!

6. With no one but Mi Nam to jump for joy with me, we jumped together in pure excitement that I only had one more day to wait to see what Adidas sent me. And so, on that note, I decided to call Italiano in Canada and tell him about my excitement.

7. At boxing tonight, Junior Mint drilled me like a mad man by making me go extra rounds with shadow boxing and sand bag work while he did pad work with the other boxers. Despite me showing up for training earlier then those who got to do pad work first, Junior Mint always drags out my training by making me wait. Waiting is one thing, I can do that, but he freaks when he sees me taking breaks or chatting. I even get the evil eye when I dare look at my cell phone for any messages. By the time he called me into the ring, I was struggling to pull-up any energy I could possibly find within my body. My arms weighted like a zillion-million-trillion tons and I felt like even my sweat was sweating… hehehe.

8. Junior Mint is always yelling at me to hit harder despite he and I knowing full well that I am the strongest girl at the club… not really a hard status to earn mind ya. Anyway, tonight I went full force on the sand bag and ended up spraining one of my knuckles. Ended up pulling a muscle in my side too but as I stopped in the middle of pad work, it caused Junior Mint only to push me more and yell at me. It hurt so bad and so when my pad work ended, I had to sit on the side of the ring. I tried to laugh it off but even that hurt. Two injuries tonight at training… I think that’s a new record. My side hurt doing sit ups and within a couple of minutes, my knuckle went from pink to blue.

9. There’s a local doctor whom is quite familiar with me. He knows all about my boxing, looks for me on TV when I tell him I’m going to attend a match, and he’s always gets a giggle when I walk in his little shop, knowing full well that I entered in because of a boxing injury. Tonight I went to him. He took one look at my swollen finger and said, “No boxing three days.” “Ok” I replied. As he was wrapping up my finger, his assistant suggested some pills for the swelling and pain. “No… she thinks she donkey” the doctor said. I had to laugh cause about a month or so ago I went in to visit him for a different injury and used that very same word, donkey, to describe myself. I told him I never eat his medicine and I never miss training, so selling me medicine and telling me take time off training is just wasting my money and his breath. “I am a donkey… stubborn, I know.. hehehe.”

10. Tonight, after an “in-your-face truth hurts” moment, I convinced myself that Q will no longer be anything but a past tense conversation. It’s over… and we definitely need a new word for “over”. I am done with being left high and dry to cry on my own. I just don’t respect that and I get all frustration at the fact that I cried so many tears over him. No guy is worth the tears, but if he were, he’d definitely stick around to help pick them up instead of letting Mi Nam lick them off the floor. This all came about after a phone conversation I had with a particular person that has reappeared in my life after about a year or so of me pushing him out of it, and for no real legate reason other than my own ignorance to certain things. And so, as I said good night to him and hung up the phone, reality sunk in. I’ll never be able to move forward if I keep on back stepping. Forward thinking… forward thinking… forget this back stepping.

QUESTIONS OF THE DAY...
What's the point of crying over some guy?

QUOTE OF THE DAY...
Freedom is never free.
-- Author Unknown