09 February 2013

Jet skiing

What do you do on your last day of vacation?  Lesson plan?  Mark?  Clean? 

All things I should be doing.  Instead I'm jet skiing with the boys!  Thanks Mark and Ed for taking us girls out.  And a special thank you to Mark for not throwing me off...the same cannot be said for Ed. 

04 February 2013

Kickin' it old school


The title has nothing to do with the blog post really.  It was a quote today at lunch.  Is it really so bad to be old school?  We know that I am pro technology and moving forward, but honestly, when did good old fashioned moves, ideas or thoughts become passe'.  It's nice to kick it old school.  

Life is pretty old school right now.  School, home, play.  I’m driving now.  I love it.  It really makes it feel like I live here.  We’ve been off of school for a while now.  Exams were last week so days were short and we have this week off between the semesters.  I have gotten a lot accomplished.  Ladies night at 338, Ladies night at JJ’s, Ladies night at Dublins, Ladies night at JJ’s again.  I watched the superbowl, talked sports and had great meal conversations.  I have a lot to do before we go back to school.  Stuff which should include less Ladies nights and more prepping, grading and cleaning.  However recent events and deep conversations with my girls have me thinking…When did lying and tricking become the new school, and why is it ok?  

Have you ever lied to someone?  Duh.  We all have.  Over little things, big things, if anyone says they haven’t they are…well…lying.  The only person who doesn’t lie is my friend Ezza.  Not for not wanting to lie…she tries.  Her face gives her away every time though.  Unless she is lying about living with Somali Pirates.  Because that is believable. 

I lie to my students on a daily basis.  “Miss did you grade my test?” “Yes, of course, but I left it at home.” “Miss do you like our class?” “Yes, of course, you are the apple of my eye.” “Miss, do you smell like alcohol?” “No, of course not, this is what happiness smells like.”  I had a student call me out for not returning something I said I graded…I told her teachers lie.  Her face was priceless. 

Well so anyways…with all of this lying going on in the world, who can you trust?  Why should you trust? Where does it get you?  When is a white lie ok? Ever? When should you spare all the details of the truth?

I used to think I was a really personable person.  However when you lift up your entire life, leave your family and friends behind and have to start over fresh, you learn a lot about yourself.  I am a lot more private than I ever thought I would be.  I’ve discovered I’m an open book…as long as somebody turns the pages.  I don’t volunteer a lot about my life, however when asked, or I feel right, I’ll share anything and everything.  I do not intend to hide anything, I just am not a conversation starter (unless I’m insulting your choice of sports allegiance.)  However I am really good at asking questions…or so I thought.

So I get 4ish tv channels here.  One of them is MTV.  I watch a lot of it.  I have seen every episode of Plain Jane…twice.  I hate the show.  It is girls with low self esteem getting babied to feel better about themselves so they can hit on guys.  Seriously, is that all we need confidence for? Talking to guys? Don’t we need confidence for job interviews, talking our way out of tickets and making new friends?  My other thing is what are these guys doing to these girls to give them such low self esteem.  The girls aren’t bad looking, nor are they 10’s, but who is?  Oh me? Ok, I know (right, maybe I should share some of my confidence with them.) 

So anyways, these girls are taught how to lie to these boys.  They have to do “practice” rounds where they say they are buying a dog (when they are not), going on a trip (when they are staying home) or looking to date (when they already have someone in mind.)  They are then taught the questions NOT to ask.  So that as much truth can be evaded on a first date.  Remember the rule “Don’t talk about sex, politics, or religion on a date?”  It has expanded.  Don’t ask about past relationships or future plans (but one is freaking hilarious and the other is all I can think about).  Don’t talk about work, that’s not fun (but school is my job, hobby and passion).  Don’t talk about drinking, you don’t want to seem like a lush (well, shit, wine is my second hobby).  Don’t talk about college, you don’t want to seem like a nerd (if you don’t appreciate my nerd, then well, you are normal.)  My questions all revolve around these thoughts and ideas...so apparently I suck at asking questions. 

Well.  That leaves so much to talk about.  Or lie about.  Or evade. 

I had a great convo with Joe (not one of the girls, however, if he would like an honorary girl badge I can arrange that) the other day about risks.  Being open, telling the truth, asking the hard questions, puts you at risk.  If you don’t take risks, you can never achieve your goals. However you have to be prepared to fail. However, in order for this to work, everyone has to take risks.  If only one person is the risk taker, then only one person is getting hurt. 

We should all take a page out of Ez’s book. If we all wore our hearts on our sleeves, or emotions visible and believed in the good of all people the world would be more inviting.  Or flipping crazy.  I love her.  I spent years moving past being a CHB.  Missing my family and friends has made me more emotional than I ever anticipated being.  As Leah mentioned in her post, I want things to be black or white, right or wrong.  It’s not like that.  The risks confuse us.  I know this. I’m 29 years old. However it is still so freaking scary.  But it’s all we have, trust, faith, and risks.  And not lying.  Or evading the hard questions.  They are hard because they are good.  They are good because they are risky.  They are risky because we cannot decide whether to lie or evade or be honest.

Cheers to being honest.  And asking the hard questions.  And knowing what you want.  And doing what you need to do to achieve your goals.  And knowing when the risk is worth the reward. Here's to kicking it old school and using good old fashioned pen and napkin to write things down instead of an iphone.  


Be open, honest, and emotional.  Be like Ezza.

But don’t play “Never, have I ever” with her.  There are some things that should be lied about.        

27 January 2013

The blog is called TMI for a reason...


I got in a taxi this weekend to go out (yes by myself, but I was going to meet friends).  Well as I flagged the cab down a guy thought I was waving at him (I wasn’t.)  He got in the cab with me and said “Yes to Dublins!”  I told him I was going to DC’s and he said that it was the same thing (they’re not, however they are relatively close).  I asked how he knew I was going to Juffair and well, that was stupid, you are either going to Adliya or Juffair and I live in Adliya…sooo……..we were off to DC’s, or Dublins, or where ever. 

Well the conversation started immediately and when I said I was from North Carolina he asked if I rooted for UNC or Duke.  Ummmm, what????  Well if I were in the states this would be a normal question, however I am in Bahrain and this guy was English!  Well anyways, he asked me if Michael Jordan was really as awesome as he seemed. So I was astonished (I much prefer this than being asked if I like Obama).  He then asked me what guy I was seeing that would let me out by myself.  (sidenote: guys here are not original.  I hear that I am pretty a lot.  It is a great ego boost, but I would much prefer some originality.  One guy told my friend Ezza that I looked like a model and she told him he would have to try harder because I had already heard that once that night.  I love her J).  Back to cab guy…I told him I was a big girl and I could go out by myself and then went on to tell him about my dating life (or lack there of, or too much of…or whatever).  He said “Bahrain is not where you find love.” Dude had a ring on his finger so I asked if he brought his relationship with him.  He said the ring was his grandfathers…heard that story before.  He then went on to talk about his fiancĂ© who had left him…story?  I don’t know, but he said the moral is…Bahrain is not for love.  He dropped me off at the bar and went on his way. 

So my jaded, non-emotional side said… “duh, no love here.”  But the girly side in my says “screw it!!!”  It can be done.  I know it can.

I laid awake most of last night trying to balance these emotions.  Trying to weigh logic with feelings.  My ultimate conclusion….

Emotions suck.  Why is it so hard to accept for me?  There is nothing I can change, why do I insist on trying to outsmart myself and think it’s wrong to be upset, or happy over love or other feelings?  Either is fine, you just have to handle it…

So, surprise, I’m a girl!  I know this is a huge shock for all the people following along during my CHB time, but I cannot hide the fact that I am a crazy, emotional, head over heels girl.  I do want the sap and the romance and the lovey, dovey, gooey stuff.  My version of it may be very different than other people though.  Mine may be an email, or a paper flower, not a dozen roses or a surprise at my door (both of which freak the heck out of me).  However, while I am falling asleep at my desk after having laid awake thinking about all of this…I am a stupid girl. 

I don’t know how to handle this side of me, haven’t seen it like this in quite a few years…I really need to get my heart in check.  Or maybe a good bitch slap from Joe would take care of this for me.  However he, himself, may have slipped to the dark side too.  I’m feeling a bit like Renee Zelleweger in the clichĂ© movie “Down with Love”. 

So, for those of you that follow along on facebook, sad trombone music be damned.  Just not right now.  For now I’m going to hide in the corner until I can figure out the emotional rollercoaster we call relationships and the dating life. 


But right now…I really wish my girly emotional side would shut up.

I hate being a girl. 

Excuse me I have to go to Sephora and Saks for retail therapy.  Ok I love being a girl J   

07 January 2013

Just for you...


It was brought to my attention that my blog has been quiet.  Apparently people really do read it.  I had a dream about a great blog for another site….but I honestly cannot remember what made it so great.  Besides the f word.  I’ve started reading Pintester and, well, she uses F*** Sprinkles as her friends calls it.  Her blog is f’n hilarious.  Ugh, I just can’t sprinkle the f bomb when I know my grandmothers are reading it….ok, so I’m not as witty as Pintester. Noted.  What math teachers do you know have a sense of humor?  That’s right. Just me. So keep reading…

So from the person who mentioned that I should get off my lazy ass and write a blog…I asked for a topic.  Well since he was no help (I still love you, but seriously, I need a better angle) I am just going to ramble about why I haven’t blogged.

My blog had turned into a bit (ok a lot) of a breeding ground for sappy, goopy, yucky emotions.  I blame Leah.  Why?  Because I’m the Mom and I said so.  Leading up to Christmas I was so excited to go home I didn’t want to blog because it would be full of “Eeeeeh!!!!!!” and “OOOOOOOHHHHHHH” and probably more smiley faces than are naturally possible.  So instead of putting myself through the embarrassment and you all through the pain I decided not to blog.

Then Sandy Hook happened and I wanted to blog about that.  I wanted to blog with the remarks I made to my family when I left the states “If you consider me safe in America, than you should consider me safe in Bahrain.” I wanted to talk about the parent conference I had which turned into one of the best conversations about gun control I have ever had (picture it: middle aged Arab man in traditional Thobe, sitting with me as pure bred and preppy American as they come, discussing tragedies, war and what we are really in danger of at home and abroad.)  I wanted to talk about how my students said they didn’t want me to go teach in the states because it is scary!  They were concerned for my safety….but then I was back to my original statement that I said to family before I left and well….that blog was neither riveting, nor as sorrowful, yet poignant as I wanted it to be.  I blame Soccer Mom for writing such an amazing piece at the heart of it all that I know I could never (nor would I ever want to) compare.

Then while I was home, I wanted to blog about what I was doing, and well 90% of my readers are probably family….that I was seeing, so that isn’t thrilling for them.  Then my time in North Carolina was such a whirlwind I truly don’t remember everything I did with whom.  I blame Leigh Ann for this.  Why? Because she probably doesn’t remember much of it either and I can.  Just kidding J 

So in my time back in Bahrain I should have blogged, but I have been in a constant sleep state and catching up on Private Practice and beloved alone time.  Really I should just delete the last line because it makes me sound so cool.  Too cool. I understand if you can’t be my friend anymore because of my awesomeness.  I blame my Dad for my coolness, the man who called out my Big Bang Theory quote on Facebook (and even used the acronym tBBT.)  See what I’m working with here? 

So in conclusion I blame all of you in the states who showed me a good time (hehe, get your mind out of the gutter) and made my trip so amazing I don’t have time to blog about any of it. 

Also to those that request I blog more…provide me with suggestions, topics, and emotions….

Or just come to Bahrain…give me something to write about

16 December 2012

Tire Fire

Last week we got stuck in traffic because of a tire fire.  It is a usual thing...but do you see the big billowing smoke?

I love Bahrain, Wallah

So my blog is outed.  My students became my Twitter friends (I never use it anymore, so didn't think anything of it).  Well I forgot that my blog was my website listed.  I've only had one student admit to reading it, and he said he wouldn't tell anyone about it, but I may have to go private if it does get out.
When I saw that he had read it I freaked out and immediately read all my past posts.  I mean they aren't the cleanest, or most public, but as I told the student, if I didn't want my life out in the public I shouldn't put it on the I internet.
Now follow my tangent...
At the bar this weekend, I met a guy who said he knew I was an Ahole.  I was a little thrown off guard, insulted (I'm so not) yet flattered (just glad not to be a goody goody), but I decided to just go with it.  Apparently, I give off an attitude?  Well when I go with it I really can be quite an ahole.  Anyways, one of the things this guy was complaining about, about me, was that I liked Bahrain.  First of all, to each his own, but I'm sorry, you are not allowed to judge me and my country, pick one.
He couldn't get over the fact that I thought it was a lot like America.  I go to school, the mall, watch movies, go out to bars, wear what I want, buy what I want, I really do think it is a lot like America.  So while playing my "role" I said he must really miss his girlfriend.  That would be the only reason he couldn't appreciate the awesomeness around him, he was hung up on what he left at home. 
Because that is the only thing Bahrain is missing, my friends and family.  I'm not going home on Friday for food (although I want bacon and home cooking if Joan is asking).  I'm not going home to buy things I miss (although I plan on doing some cheap shopping while I'm there).  I won't go directly to bojangles when I land in NC (although if joe reed wants to split a boberry biscuit i wont turn him down).  I won't rush to see an unedited movie (but i want to see Les Mis).  I will hug the necks of everyone I see though.  I miss people. 
Well anyways, this guy said he didn't have a girlfriend, he just thought Bahrain was a dustbowl of nothing to do. 
Well when you insult girls as an introduction I can only imagine how much positivity you have in your life. 
So lesson: only put info on internet you don't mind people knowing.  Think positively about everyone around you and your surroundings. Hug everyone you love as often as you can.  It is important to make sure everyone knows how much you love them.

03 December 2012

I might lose a few political friends for this one...

I recently read "An intolerable status quo in Bahrain" and was extremely upset that the title did not match the story.*

I'm not political, nor do I support or protest the happenings on of Bahrain, however the line...
"no other country has a greater stake in seeing a peaceful transition to democracy there. And that requires the United States to find its voice."

made me question all the other points that Massimino wrote about in her article.  All of the sudden I was not concerned with the care of the medics, but rather why the 5th fleet is being dragged in to the article? 

Do I believe in Democracy?  Yes I do.  I think it is amazing that we vote for our leaders, we all have a say in what state we live in and rules govern us.  Do I think the US needs to change everyone in the world to their ways?  Heck no.  We have so much we need to take care of that we cannot take on all of the world's struggles.


Should the prisoners be treated fairly?  yes.  Should they be prisoners?  Um, probably not.  Massimino's article from the standpoint of a CEO of Human Rights First is valid and belongs...her talking about the US's next political move?  Not needed. 


Sorry for sounding like a horrible person who doesn't want equal rights spread around, it's not that, but I just think that this line does not belong in this article.  If it had been titled "What the US should do to 'help' Bahrain" I would have felt differently. 


Also, one final comment about this...I have never felt threatened, accosted, belittled, in danger, or persecuted (or any other word to mean unsafe) for being an American here.  My school is safer than in America.  I go places with my friends in groups or with Jay** (who is 6'3" and covered in tattoos, seriously, they avoid us) 90% of the time, so I'm never alone.  I avoid confrontational areas because they are of no interest to me.  So when Ms. Massimino says we are "(i)n a region where threats to U.S. interests abound" she should specify the countries, because I know that UAE and Bahrain are very different than other areas of the Gulf.  


*I knew that the article would be about the unfair treatment of the medics.  Every article is about the unfair treatment of the medics.  


**There was one time I felt unsafe, but it was in broad day light when a drunk Scottish*** guy was hitting on me... 


***Drunk and Scottish go hand in hand



"no other country has a greater stake in seeing a peaceful transition to democracy there. And that requires the United States to find its voice."