Friday, October 30, 2009

Boys...

What is up with boys? I'm so sick of them! Of course, I'm not talking about the male gender, I'm talking about boys. The immature, unthinking, cruel (although sometimes unknowingly). I just don't understand them! Nor do I understand how I act around them.

As women, we know some boys aren't good for us, yet we still insist on chasing them. "I'll call you" he says, and when he doesn't, we rationalize with Maybe I did something wrong, or Oh, he said he'd be busy. Fact is, if the boy were a man, he'd be calling you exactly when he said he would. I know, I know, I sound exactly like the book He's Just Not That Into You by Greg Behrendt and Liz Tuccillio. Well, they've got a point. many women have read it, and most people (male and female) agree that it makes a lot of sense, yet neither party has changed their behavior. Boys still act like jerks and girls still act like idiots. Even if the sex is bad, even if he made you pay for your own dinner, even if he was 45 mins late: you still slept with him, you still paid and you still waited. And by you, I mean me. Really, how dumb can we be?

This possibly stems from the insecurities we all have. Maybe we think that these boys are the only ones who will ever be interested in us, so we put up with all the crap they throw at us. That's not to say girls don't throw their own crap around too, but I'm a heterosexual female, and girl crap doesn't bother me too much.

When I day dream (about romantic stuff, not dirty stuff) it always involves a man chasing me, and not just for sex. I'm tired of just being either being treated like a piece of meat (yes, that happens to me, even I'm fat :P) or being ignored.

Men, on the other hand, would be a welcomed distraction from school, from family, from, well, boys. Men who are emotionally available, but not weepy. Men who call when they say they will, and even when they don't say so. Men who bring you flowers just because... Are my standards just too high?

Alright, alright, I'll stop whining.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Stupid Stage

For those of you who don't know what "stage" is, it's French for Field Experience. And by Field Experience I mean slave labour. Yes, we need experience in classrooms. Yes, we're only students and therefore not completely competent yet. However, if I'm planning, teaching, correcting and the teacher isn't even in the school, why shouldn't I be paid for what I do? It's not like McGill is *not* charging us the same tuition as last semester, you know, when we were able to work... It's just so frustrating!

I do love the experience, even if it's completely unrealistic (or at least highly improbably). Three IB classes and one enriched, all in secondary 5. I'd need a hell of a lot of seniority, luck and, well, luck!

I think I belong in high school though. I deal with "grown up" kids a lot better than the little hugging ones. At least these older students understand the concept of personal space! Yet, I still get sick from one of them. Better than the Pinkeye I got on my first stage.

Whatever. Just three weeks left. Then, I get to work again, woo! And then I get to complain about working. Yep, I am a needy bitch ;)