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The semester is over for me this Wednesday! I am so over it. I have a presentation tomorrow and the school I intern at has a half day on Wednesday due to an in-service which is just fantastic! My supervisor is coming for the last time. I just have to finish the lesson plan. It’s going to be real quick because the periods are abbreviated. I am teaching the Journalism class how to write a crime report. On another note, I got an A on my portfolio thingy. WOOT! That’s 3 As in that class! *CABBAGE PATCHIN AT THE COMPUTER* Tuesdays class is going to be the death of my GPA. I got a 71 on my final because the teacher is HORRIBLE. He doesn’t care and doesn’t do a damn thing. I have to do a powerpoint presentation tomorrow on an English lesson. I am just doing plot structure. Whatever. He is more concerned how hi-tech looking it is.

Now that the semester is over, I can start blogging more. The Spring semester doesn’t start until January 18! I have an orientation before that though.

Hanging out with a friend of mine I haven’t seen in a while on Friday night. She just got married so we are going for a glass of wine!

My husband and I are almost finished with our second play. We sent the first one out to two different places. i also sent some of my poetry out. I am not a great poet but whatever. Life is too short. Why not send them out and just see?

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I now understand why these literary names drank. You’re on a high and then a  low. One minute you have writer’s block and the next minute your brain doesn’t turn off. Last night my brain actually forced me to write a poem at 11:30 p.m. It was one of those WRITE IT DOWN moments. Total weirdness especially considering I do not write poetry or I haven’t since I was in my early 20s in my undergrad.  We went to a character development one day intensive workshop in NY from 11-6 this past Saturday. It was an INCREDIBLE experience. Since then, I can’t stop. I have all these things popping into my head. I created a few characters for future pieces I want to write whether short story or what have you. We are writing another one-act play that is untitled right now. I was able to write some dialogue in that workshop which was great.  I have my novel/novella going (I think I have like 47 word pages) as well. I went back to that a little yesterday to make some changes. I have so much I want to do but I have to maintain a balance with my schoolwork. UGH! Again I am so over this semester! I have a had a great learning experience but dear Lord I am ready to just write for a month and enjoy whatever life has for me during the holidays. I was telling someone this morning that i feel like inserting myself into the Lebron James What Should I do commercial and how I know some of the people I am around think I’m probably nuts or are expecting me to fail since I have failed at every other thing I have tried. A lot of people think hi diddly dee the 9-5’s for me. That’s NOT for me. I want to write and be involved with theatre and I WILL write and be involved in theatre. So here ya go –

I have this song on my brain. I love the lead singer’s voice and some of the words and phrases remind me of people/situations  

  – One of many other things my brain keeps to itself.


It’s been 13 days since my last post. I am so sorry. I know I said I would keep up. It sounds like I am sitting in a confessional, doesn’t it? “Forgive me father for I have sinned. It’s been 13 days since I last wrote!”  With only 3 comments you have to wonder, is anyone besides my friends, (the REAL friends not just the nosy acquaintances or those that want something from me) who are great supporters of my writing even following this blog? I think the most recent thing on my mind lately is who the hell am I and reassessment. I am re-assessing EVERYTHING. My wheels are spinning constantly. It’s good to have the blog to turn to for my catharsis. I know the main reason when I started this blog was to get my story out about everything I have went through in the last 5 years but now that we are at present day, I hope you don’t mind the present days.

Our play, The Switch was performed on Oct 30 which was probably the happiest day of my life barring the fact that a few people I wanted there couldn’t be there. That would have made me twice as happy but what can ya do? In any case, I think my actors were overworked because they were forgetting lines. That never really happened in rehearsals. I was kinda upset at first but keeping in mind the fact that the show really wasn’t fully cast until two weeks before, how can I really be upset? I received a lot of positive feedback but as a lot of artists feel, you often wonder if people tell what you want to hear. Some may THINK just the opposite – if you don’t agree with the naysayers opinions on how you should handle your work, then it sucks or they want no part of it. One thing I will not involve myself with now or ever is the “write MY way or it’s the highway.” I have wanted to write since I was 6 years old and I will be God Damned if someone is going to try to control it or me.  I am all about input, don’t get me wrong, but the minute the input turns into dictating, PEACE OUT – I am done with you! *KNOCK ON WOOD * – This hasn’t happened but I am just sayin . . .

Back to re-assessing and who am I. . . Let’s start with Who Am I – Maybe some of you that know me can answer that. Maybe you can’t. If I don’t know me, how can you? I feel like I am constantly changing. I felt a change in me coming on the minute my father died in 2009. It’s funny when you really become obsessed with the phrase “Life is too short,” or you start surrounding yourself with different people or you start really honing in on your craft how your mind is on overload and it  just starts going to places you never thought it would or to places where it is not supposed to be.  It’s peculiar too when these thoughts surface when you are out alone or with friends. It’s like I have to say to my brain SHHHHHHH. I often wonder if people can read me when the thoughts start surfacing.  Sometimes I wonder if i make things obvious. I try not to. Reading back over this, that sounds a little strange to you I am sure but it’s nothing to suspect that the white coats need to be called. LOL! It’s a writer/artist thing. You know us types. We are all over the place emotionally especially when you can literally reach out and grab what you want but you really can’t or you have to be prudent or it’s just an oasis and not quite there yet.  Don’t mistake these words because my REAL friends know that I would give them the shirt off my back or do anything for them. I know they would adjust nicely to the lifestyle I desire.  

Now re-assessing – I guess this ties into the above. This whole writing thing has me bursting inside. Like I said I have known I wanted to do this since I was 6 years old. When I was 6 I had a friend Colleen that lived around the corner. We set up my play room like an office. She was my secretary and I was the writer. She would take fake phone calls and write out invoices for our “clients” with titles of stories. She would give me a ton of titles and I would just write. It was at that moment I knew what I wanted to be. As I got older I used to tell other friends how I wanted to make a name for myself but with all the dysfunction that surrounded me, writer’s block and low self-esteem sneaked in. Look I am not even going to pretend that my self-esteem is where I want it to be but the excitement about writing that I had when I was 6 is back. How? I don’t know. My long term goal is to write 24/7, to go around the world for research on novels, and to write theater pieces. It’s frustrating because right now I can’t do that. I don’t have a lot of money where I could sit here, not work and just write. I have to finish my teaching certification program and get a job to pay bills and write whenever I have free time. I wish I had this fire inside me two years ago when I had first lost my job.   I know now what I want, who I want to be, and who I want in my corner. I am a big mush internally so support means everything to me. If there is someone out there that disapproves where I want to go in my life, honestly, I don’t care. I’m tired of living my life with other people controlling it or telling me (us) what a normal life and a normal routine is supposed to be. I never claimed to be normal. I didn’t come from a normal environment.  

On a few side notes, I think I made a point to say I have been having weird dreams and thoughts lately. The dream I had the other night, man, I had to write it down. It certainly would be a good story.

Lately I feel like I have been expressive through music. If you watch some of these videos or interpret some of the lyrics, you would think it was always about an ex. I’ve always been one to interpret everything differently. It could be just a phrase or the emotion used to sing that can trigger something. Take one of my very old favorite love tunes – http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I0XMn0U9b2Y  There are several phrases in this song that trigger something for me. It certainly doesn’t remind me of an ex.

They fired my personal trainer at the gym. The guy who took over as the fitness manager is such a “salesman” that he doesn’t care about the clients. The trainer I had was very loving and caring. I want to start going to another gym. While I have lost weight, I  have a long way to go. Is it bad as a woman to say that I want to look like Jackie Warner or Jillian Michaels? 

Maybe some of you out there think I am completely bonkers; others of you may see yourself after reading this post.

Who am I right now? I am not yet a teacher and I am not 100% a writer. Mid life crisis or identity crisis? I say identity for sure because I went back and read some previous posts. WOW! I am in a totally different place.


It’s been 8 days since my last post. Where does the time go? I was drawn to my blog today. I have a lot on my mind. It’s been racing all morning. One of many things I have been thinking about is how crazy this week has been and the actual craziness doesn’t stop until Sunday which happens to be Halloween! Weirdness! 

Let’s start with Monday! I had a trainer appointment, a meeting for the Educators club I am in and class. I aced my lesson plans I had to hand in! WOOT! That’s right! I got an A. SWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET! I will never bomb in that professor’s class again because I remember how mentally sick it made me to not only disappoint myself but to disappoint her. Again I ask, why the hell do I care so much?

Yesterday, Wednesday, my supervisor came to the high school I am interning at to observe me for the first time. I was nervous. I know I drove my cooperating teacher nuts this whole week. She is just too cool and nice to admit it to me. In any case, I aced my lesson! I received all positive feedback when I met with the supervisor afterwards. WOOT again! Talk about kickin’ ass and taking names! 2-2!

Tonight I am taking a workshop at a college where I did my undergrad. It shows you how to use movie trailers to teach creative writing. I am actually looking forward to it. The only downfall? It’s 3 hours long.

This Saturday is the moment of truth. Our play is being performed. Just to recap, this is our first play. It’s a one-act. It has been an interesting process for sure. The woman we have playing the lead is an actor for a living (God Bless her) and thinks we should showcase it in NY! WHAAAAAT?!?!?!?! We are blown away by hearing that. I said to my husband last night that I couldn’t believe she thought we should do that and I followed it up with “Who the heck are we?”  I have to say, there are many layers to our character. It also leaves a lot of questions unanswered at the end.  I just hope the audience likes it. My head is going to be spinning on Saturday!

I’ve also been having weird dreams lately. Don’t they say that dreams are suppressed thoughts or fantasies? Oh boy. Let’s hope not.   

Oh and by the way, spammers, stop spamming. I am not interested in anything you are pushing.


Just heard some great news. I had emailed my best friend’s brother a photography contest for Sports Illustrated. He won the Sports Illustrated photo contest, $10,000, a 7 day trip for two to the 2011 SI swimsuit photoshoot in November, as well as a 3 day stay in NY & Las Vegas for the after parties. He also won a Smart phone of his choice to document the whole thing. That’s great news! Congrats Matt!

It seems things are happening around here in good ol’ North Jersey – The hubby and I get  to have our 1st written play performed and our friend wins a big photo contest. Pretty cool.

Must be the double rainbow that was outside the window this morning!


Anyone watch The Singoff last season? NOTA is awesome! – http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MG0PiVtqLxM I LOVE accapella! There CD comes out in November. This is great too – http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WbdPeSnXvUY

I started tweaking my play from my undergrad. I had to modernize it big time. I have 5 pages of dialogue right now. I know the concept I want to use. I just have to figure out what I am going to do and what direction I am going to go in.

I taught my third lesson yesterday at the high school I was put in. I have to get my act together with time management. I am so used to doing these damn mock lessons for Kean, that I find I am planning 20-25 minute lessons and then leaving the rest of the period for the activity. I don’t feel comfortable doing that. My cooperating teacher is really great though. She tells not to beat myself up since this is still new to me. Just because someone tells you not to beat yourself up, doesn’t mean you don’t continue to. I am the same way with theater. If I can’t get a song down or dance routine down the first time I do it, I lose my mind. That’s just me. I have that Uncle Ben’s Rice mentality – Instant! By the way, yesterday’s Quote of the Day was from a male student in the 7th period class who when I gave the activity just kind of sat there so I said “Hey too cool for school, you going to write something down or what?” So he says, “I would rather just type it at home. I am not a pre-draft kinda guy.” ALRIGHTY THEN! Too funny. I love the 7th period kids.  

Please tell me why a brand new campus building wouldn’t have computers in the classroom? Of course now I have to borrow a lap top from the professor to do my mock lesson. It’s quite embarrassing. My husband and I are just not in the position to spend money on a lap top right now. Maybe when I get a job but not while I am on unemployment. I swear these things only happen to me. It’s bad enough I am still having flashbacks from the Spring semester. Whatever. What’s going to be is going to be. I have to go back to the scale of 1 to 10 – 10 being losing my father. Where does not having a lap top really fall on that scale? I don’t want to have to go begging for a higher grade though. I’ve already done that once. That’s when my humility surfaces. I hate acting like a big mush. Did you ever notice when you put your heart on your sleeve you regret it later? I guess I am having business flashback where “Kevin” told my husband and I on numerous occasions that I wear my emotions on my sleeve. UGH! I HATE doing that. That’s a character trait I can’t seem to get rid of. Who really appreciates that except your parents and your spouse?

(I would like to wish a Happy 37th Birthday to a friend of 23 years. She knows who she is – Now we can get FV and choose your Kia or my Santa Fe to cruise in. What mid 30s? We are 21 over and over every year! Those were the days of  M. Gizz! :-0)


Did you ever want something for yourself so badly? I love writing. That is why I started this blog. It wasn’t just for the catharsis. It was because I just love to write. I think I mentioned a few blogs back that my husband and I were writing a one-act play and that it was going to be performed. We finished it. After many changes and editing it numerous times, we finished it. I uploaded it on the government copyright page today. I am so happy and so excited. I have waited so long for something like this. On the night it is performed, Oct 30, 2010, I am going to be extremely giddy – kinda like Scrooge at the end of a Christmas Carol after he had his epiphany. I am sure not everyone is going to like it. Just the fact that we completed a one-act play makes me feel great. Something I wrote with my husband is going to be performed. Unreal. I actually started writing a book about the topic of the play. We took that concept and made the one-act. We are thinking about expanding it to a full length play or a screenplay. We have no experience in screenplays but I know I am certainly open to learning. I’m sure my husband is too. Another option is just to keep the book idea. I don’t know but I am psyched! I have always wanted to have my name recognized for something. I never wanted to be just another person in society working a regular job. This has made my journey to this point all the more worth the hurdles.

On September 8, I started interning at the high school I was assigned to. My cooperating teacher is great. She’s very helpful and supportive. I have already taught two lessons. It went pretty well. I had some of my own criticisms about time management. That’s just the flaw of this perfectionist attitude I have developed. I’m tired of failing at things, ya know?

I have also started two other classes. The computer class I have, honestly, I hate it. The professor is inserting lessons on binary numbers. I asked him point-blank what this had to do with teaching English in a classroom. Lisa and Math – HUGE oxymoron.  I do not do math. I hate math. I’m sorry all you mathematicians. I give you credit because I have ZERO patience for it. My other class – so far so good. I’ve had this professor before. I think I mentioned about her class the prior semester where I bombed her lesson plan project. Now in the class, I go and just keep my mouth shut. I know better now because I know her. I am going to do my best to do good lessons. We have to do two literature lesson plans. I wish I could use the lessons I already taught at the high school! She picked the book though. Bummer! I definitely understand why it is more uncomfortable to perform in front of your peers than it is in front of the room with the kids. In the classroom, I brought my personality and a little of the “Prospect Park – Lisa Jersey” swagger. It worked. Being in front of my peers doing mock lessons, eh, not real comfortable. Oh well. I have no choice.