Sunday, June 21, 2015

3 Years

Today marks the 3 year anniversary of my last last day of school.

It's a little crazy that it has already been 3 years.  It feels like it was both a couple months ago and a lifetime ago.

On Friday, a co-worker asked, "Do you miss it?"  I do still tell a lot of teaching stories...

My honest answer was, "No.  Not really."  And everybody laughed.
Another person asked, "Did you like it?"
My honest answer was, "Yes.  I loved it, at the time.  I loved it until I didn't, and then I stopped."

Especially when talking with people who have not been in education, it's hilarious to me when they ask me about my classes and ask me which was my biggest one.  The look on peoples' faces when I say, "I had a beginning 4th grade class of 100," is priceless.  It brings me such amusement, I can't even tell you.

"How did you do it?!"
"I don't know.  I didn't know how I was doing it at the time...I just did."

Everyone asked me this at the time, too.  "I don't know how you do it," is the phrase that was told me the most often.  It's the phrase that people still say to me.

I miss the good kids.  I miss the banter and the funny things that would happen on a daily basis that only happens with kids.  I miss making a difference and seeing that difference over time.

However, there's such a long list of things I don't miss.

Thursday, June 11, 2015

Meghan Trainor - Lips Are Movin'

I'm not sure if I would know who Meghan Trainor is if I didn't work for a music company.

It started with All About That Bass.  It was a divisive song at work.  We agreed that it was almost empowering except that it wasn't and it fell short.  We supported Ms. Trainor's notion of being all about that bass, but were worried that she still sought validation from men about it.

Personally, I just changed the lyrics:
"Because I'm all about that cake, 'bout that cake (no veggies),
I'm all about that cake, 'bout that cake (no veggies).
I'm all about that cake, 'bout that cake (no veggies),
I'm all about that cake, 'bout that cake.

I'm bringing JUNK FOOD BACK....go ahead and tell them skinny b*****s that..."

I like my version better.

Then came Lips Are Movin.  And then Dear Future Husband.  That sealed it.  Meghan Trainor is a feminist icon.  (Can you hear the sarcasm?)

Nobody wanted to do any of these songs for work, so I ended up doing every Meghan Trainor song (because I always blink first) for all of our apps.  A quote I never thought I'd hear anybody say, "So really, Naoko IS Meghan Trainor."  No.  No, I am not.

However, her music IS catchy.  And once you remove Meghan Trainor from it words, I think it's quite enjoyable.

Sunday, May 31, 2015

SF Symphony Workshop

Apparently, there's this thing where you can sign up to be part of an SF Symphony workshop!  You go and rehearse, and then have sectionals that are lead by an SF Symphony member, and then you rehearse as a group and play.

I got an email about it, since I'm signed up for the newsletter, and thought...yeah, sure!  Why not!  That sounds fun!

There was a Thursday night rehearsal, and I thought do I really need to go?  It's not mandatory...I'm kind of tired.  The music isn't that hard.  In the end, I figured...why not?

It was mostly professionals who had picked up cello later in life, or maybe had come back to it.  I quickly realized that it probably wasn't fair to label myself as an "amateur", so I tried to discreetly warm up.  I really didn't want to be show-off-y, or make anybody self conscious, so I did my normal scales and a little Bach.

Tonight was the rehearsal.  I really wanted to sit 3rd chair - one of our pieces was the Elgar String Serenade, and there's a cello divisi part.  I wanted to play the top because that's the fun part (and the melody).  I didn't want to be the jerk who was like, "I am going to sit first chair!  Because I'm SO AWESOME YOU GUYS!"  But I also wanted to sit close enough so I could hear all the parts.  Unfortunately, 3rd chair was taken when I got there, so I sat in the second row next to the second stand.  I don't even know what chair that was.

People filtered in.  A fun woman announced, "I will be brave!" and sat first chair.  The guy sitting behind me covertly told me to save the seat next to me so that our coach, Sebastien (the sf symphony cellist), would sit there.  I shrugged and put my purse on the chair, though at that point almost everybody had come in and....nobody wanted to sit with me :D

So that's how I ended up sitting next to an SF Symphony cellist.

Monday, April 20, 2015

Police Report

I filed a police report yesterday.

This time, I called the police at around noon so that they wouldn't show up at 2 in the morning while I slept again.  They arrived after 6pm.

Two guys came in; one looked like Mike from Mike & Molly (but slimmer).

Highlights included:

"'s gone." - when talking about my phone.

"The bus was full and nobody helped you??" - said in disbelief.  Nope.

"So you were on the bus, not paying attention to your surroundings..."
Seriously?  Who is alert for a 60 minute bus ride that's taken twice a day ever day??  I'd have an ulcer.  Again.

"My daughter wants to play cello...god knows why," he says with misery.  WHAT?!
"Because cello is awesome??" I respond.
"Yeah, I guess," he says halfheartedly, while looking at my cello.

Needless to say, I'm not holding my breath.

But at least I did SOMETHING, right?

Saturday, April 18, 2015

Mugged (a.k.a I hate my bus)

It started with waiting for the 47 on Tuesday.

I waited for 5 minutes.  It finally showed up and stopped behind another bus.  Some people got on, and the other bus left, so my bus driver put up his hand to stop the rest of us from getting in.  He closed the doors and started scooting forward...and then drove away.


Next bus: 14 minutes.

I then called a Lyft, since I was at a hotspot.

I was pickup #2, but saw the driver was going to drive past me to get to the first pickup, so I called to let her know.  Apparently, this confused her, and she decided to instead drive the opposite direction of both of us.  As I stood in confusion, watching on the map as she got farther and farther away, I wondered if I should call her again to let her know she had gone the wrong way.

Instead, she canceled my ride.


At that point, the next bus was coming in 4 minutes, so I decided to stick it out.

I got on the 47.

I like the seat by the back entrance, where you scan your clipper card.  You only have to sit next to one person, it's easy to get out of and make an exit (which is challenging on the 47), and you can tuck your feet under the seat so people don't step on you.

There's a pole for people to hold onto, a little window-like area, and then a plexiglass partition that I can rest my head against.  I like it.

I had just finished my game of scramble with friends when some man reached through that little window and aggressively grabbed my phone out of my hands.  The only problem headphones were plugged into it, so he got stuck and I got stuck.  I couldn't get up to go after him, and he was a little confused.  My first reaction was, huh?  What just happened?  Am I stuck to something?


Wednesday, April 8, 2015

UPDATE - April

I am a bad blog updater.

I'm tired, you guys.  For reals.

Some things I have done in the past month:

- I went to OC for a former co-worker's wedding.  I wore a dress that touched me.  I was uncomfortable about it.
- I went to Disneyland and ate everything.  Seriously.  Everything.
- I decided to have the bed of my dreams.  That's still a work in progress.
- I had Reese's Oreos.  They were okay.
- Saw Punch Brothers!!
- Fought with the company who replaces m-audio keyboards for Guitar Center.  They suck.  BOO!
- Saw David Bazan perform in this guy's loft in SF.  He's pretty great!
- Got stuck to a ukulele.  It happens.
- Scored the complete Avatar: the last airbender series for $10!
- Bought an exercise program from an infomercial.  I am in week 4 of Body Beast.  It's hilarious.

Tuesday, March 3, 2015

Bus Adventures

The bus.

I was not shameless enough / brave enough to go running up to the first bus, as it was pulling away from the stop.  Some people will run up to the bus and bang on the door, but I have yet to acquire that level of courage.  I'm more inclined to say, oh man...well, 10 minutes isn't that long of a wait.

I'm not sure if this is a good thing or totally sad.