Triple Dose » musing

they don’t seem special and yet..

Asma — Sat, 27 Mar 2010 15:17:13 +0000

I am convinced that Girl Guide cookies contain something in them. I don’t know what drug it is, but there has to be something to explain me not eating any of my favourite granola bars or cookies in the house for 3 weeks and then bam, enter Girl Guide cookies, which I was sucked into buying from a little girl at a school I work at, and I can’t physically stop myself from eating them until they are finished. Gone in TWO days, with no help from the husband.

At least they’re all finished. Never again. Do not send your cute little girls after me, because it will not work.

it’s not what I would have imagined for myself

Asma — Tue, 17 Nov 2009 21:41:18 +0000

But I must admit, I’m beginning to enjoy the half-day Pre-Kindergarten gig. It’s so low key. The kids don’t always listen, but there isn’t a whole lot to do, so it’s okay if they don’t! And half the morning is taken up by snack time and bathroom breaks, so I’m just a glorified babysitter.

That gets to go home at 11:30 every day. This is the life.

a busy day off

Asma — Tue, 10 Nov 2009 03:32:49 +0000

Even though I didn’t go to work today, I still feel exhausted. So much to do, so little time!

And now I’m bracing myself for a week of work. At least I know which schools I’m going to and when. My mind is trained– I wake up at 6:30am every weekday morning, waiting for that phone call. I hate that phone call, but when it comes, I diligently get out of bed and prepare for work.

I guess it’s no different than any other job.

wrong, oh so wrong

Asma — Mon, 09 Nov 2009 01:04:28 +0000

I was wrong. So so WRONG.

At least I admit it.

I’ll say it again– I was totally and completely wrong.

Coming into this NaBloPoMo challenge, I WRONGLY assumed that it would be easy. My life is interesting, right? And if it isn’t, just put some filler material and it’ll all be ok. Right?

Wrong.

Along the way, the panic of having to post every single day makes even the thought of updating or working on your site completely repulsive.

(Also, I must admit, I’ve become addicted to the new Facebook app “Farmville”. Even if I try to explain the appeal, I couldn’t. In theory, it’s a waste of time– you grow stuff and you add neighbours and advance levels because of it, but there’s no direct competition. You couldn’t wipe our your neighbour in any way or take land away from others by expanding your land. It’s just creating your own farm and.. decorating it. All I can think about is whether my crops are ready to be harvested, because we wouldn’t want them to wither away and die before they’re harvested, no! This addiction, it’ll pass. I promise?)

grade differences

Asma — Tue, 03 Nov 2009 03:35:56 +0000

Assign the same writing piece to a group of grade 7s and another group of grade 11s and immediately notice the difference in the amount of information required.

The 7s need to know whether the rough copy should be in pen or pencil, whether the good copy should be in pen or pencil, whether they should skip lines, if going under or over the word limit by 10, 15, 20 words is ok, if they should make corrections on the rough copy or off it, in a different colour pen or same, and whether the rough copy and good copy should be one and same or seperate.

The 11s just want to know one thing– when it’s due.

it’s flattering, really

Asma — Sun, 01 Nov 2009 21:14:59 +0000

To date, I’ve had two somewhat distant friends message me since I’ve been married, totally out of the blue, to tell me that they dreamed I was pregnant. And not that I mind or anything, quite the opposite, I love the idea of having a baby. I’ve been reading pregnancy magazines and mommy blogs since before I even got engaged. Naturally, now that I’m married, it’s fun to think that it’s an actual possibility.

But dude, we just got married 4 months ago. It would be nice to have some more time before I start feeling the pressure of people waiting until I make that announcement.

saturday morning scones

Asma — Mon, 26 Oct 2009 00:19:08 +0000

For the past 8 years, Saturday mornings have been a mix of weekend laziness with the accompanying elaborate breakfasts and getting to school frenzy. My mother is the founder and principal of Manhal-Ul-Eman Academy, a weekly school dedicated to teaching Arabic and Islamic religious studies. Since high school, I’ve held different jobs at the school, from teacher’s assistant to office assistant to teacher.

For the better part of 8 years, I begged my mother to not go: I created excuses ranging from physical illness to mental fatigue to school work. My excuses were elaborate, planned from the beginning of the week for a final finish on Saturday.

Nothing worked on my mom.

After patiently listening to me, week after week, she’d always end by telling me that I only had a few minutes left to get dressed.

Now I find myself waking up late on Saturday mornings to a quiet house and a different feeling of responsibility. My husband wakes up soon after me and we excitedly get to our tasks, his in the office and mine in the kitchen, rolling out the scone dough that I prepared the night before.

Sometimes I miss our previous routine, but then I see the satisfaction on my husband’s face as eats scone after scone and I think, this is exactly how Saturday mornings should be.

Recipe: Morning Raisin Scones

it’s like how an old, run-down city is “charming”

Asma — Thu, 22 Oct 2009 17:59:34 +0000

I received my first “vintage” item from etsy in the mail today. It’s a small bulletin board with a wooden frame that I thought would be perfect to make into a chalkboard. Apparently, the word vintage when used to refer to items for sale is now synonymous with “scratched up” and “battered”.