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Thursday, June 28, 2007

Thu, 28 Jun 2007 20:23:28 GMT

Master of Education, St. John's University

Wednesday, May 23, 2007

Wed, 23 May 2007 02:39:08 GMT

Daughtry - Over You

Now that it's all said and done,
I can't believe you were the one
To build me up then tear me down,
Like an old abandoned house.
What you said when you left
Just left me cold and out of breath.
I fell too far, was in way too deep.
Guess I let you get the best of me.

Well, I never saw it coming.
I should've started running
A long, long time ago.
And I never thought to doubt you;
I’m better off without you
More than you, more than you know.
I'm slowly getting closure.
I guess it's really over.
I'm finally getting better.
And now I'm picking up the pieces
And spending all of these years
Putting my heart back together.
'Cause the day I thought I'd never get through,
I got over you.

You took a hammer to these walls,
Dragged the memories down the hall,
Packed your bags and walked away.
There was nothing I could say.
And when you slammed the front door shut,
A lot of others opened up,
So did my eyes so I could see
That you never were the best for me.

Well, I never saw it coming.
I should've started running
A long, long time ago.
And I never thought to doubt you;
I’m better off without you
More than you, more than you know.
I'm slowly getting closure.
I guess it's really over.
I'm finally getting better.
And now I'm picking up the pieces
And spending all of these years
Putting my heart back together.
'Cause the day I thought I'd never get through,
I got over you.

Well, I never saw it coming.
I should've started running
A long, long time ago.
And I never thought to doubt you;
I’m better off without you
More than you, more than you know.

Well, I never saw it coming.
I should've started running
A long, long time ago.
And I never thought to doubt you;
I’m better off without you
More than you, more than you know.
I'm slowly getting closure.
I guess it's really over.
I'm finally getting better.
And now I'm picking up the pieces
And spending all of these years
Putting my heart back together.
Well I'm putting my heart back together,
'Cause I got over you.
Well I got over you.
I got over you.
'Cause the day I thought I'd never get through,
I got over you

Friday, May 04, 2007

Fri, 04 May 2007 23:16:10 GMT

You feel old when:

You're not longer going to your friend's friend's wedding
You're going to your friend's wedding

Thursday, April 26, 2007

Thu, 26 Apr 2007 02:40:23 GMT

The British are coming!

Monday, March 19, 2007

Mon, 19 Mar 2007 01:55:07 GMT

A rediscovery. Snow Patrol - "You Could Be Happy"

You could be happy and I won't know
But you weren't happy the day I watched you go

And all the things that I wished I had not said
Are played in loops 'till it's madness in my head

Is it too late to remind you how we were
But not our last days of silence, screaming, blur

Most of what I remember makes me sure
I should have stopped you from walking out the door

You could be happy, I hope you are
You made me happier than I'd been by far

Somehow everything I own smells of you
And for the tiniest moment it's all not true

Do the things that you always wanted to
Without me there to hold you back, don't think, just do

More than anything I want to see you go
Take a glorious bite out of the whole world

Saturday, March 17, 2007

Sat, 17 Mar 2007 03:51:03 GMT

A new tradition at I.S.230...

Sunday, February 25, 2007

Sun, 25 Feb 2007 17:17:34 GMT

An artistic rendition

Sunday, February 04, 2007

Sun, 04 Feb 2007 01:24:25 GMT

A kid in one of the classes I frequently cover has been charged with bringing a knife to school and brandishing it in front of another student (my own). He now faces the possibility of transferring to a Second-Opportunity School (SOS). I remember the first interview that I had at a job fair was for an SOS. The recruiter was being very stern about the harsh conditions of SOS. Kids in SOSs routinely bring weapons to school and sometimes teachers get hurt from weapons fights. I hope this kid won't turn into a hoodlum because of this...

Sunday, December 24, 2006

Sun, 24 Dec 2006 02:24:27 GMT

My kids keep giving me cologne for X-mas. Maybe I smell bad :D

Thursday, November 16, 2006

Thu, 16 Nov 2006 01:43:19 GMT

Some of my kids were putting away their artwork from art class when I noticed several kids drew a portrait of a similar-looking person. My curiosity struck and I asked them who they were drawing in art class. One girl responded "Ms. Zarate told us to draw someone who inspires us from memory, so we drew you Mr. Chong!"

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