Test Results. Well, I just checked my (unofficial) test results for the New York State Teaching Examination.
The Minimum Passing Score was 220 for the whole test (as well as for the individual parts). There were 8 parts of the test (including a short essay response question).
So, how did I do?
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I Passed!!!
My (unoffical) score is 241. Again, the minimum passing score is 220. My score was low, but considering that I had not studied, I should not be complaining.
So now, all of the requirements have been met. My application for a New York State Teaching license has been mailed off. Tomorrow and Friday are teacher work days, but the students won't be in school. Since the kids won't be in school, I won't be in school. I have a four-day weekend starting tomorrow. Now, I am happy to have a four-day weekend, but when payday arrives, I won't be happy because I am losing 2 days of pay.
It is getting late. I am going to end this entry now. Since I am tired, I am just going to order some Chinese Take Out (my celebration dinner).
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
Sunday, March 26, 2006
March 26, 2006
She’s Baaack!!! Well, it didn’t last long. My sreaming neighbor has returned. Although, I should be honest, she did not scream today.
I am still in a bit of shock. This young lady made that big hysterical scene (about the broken cell phone), left with about 2 or 3 large trash bags (full of clothes), and I think at least two boxes. And she returns a day later. She returned about 12 midnight (bags and boxes). Strange! The loving couple is back to playing husband and wife. Enough about them.
This weekend was my clean my shoebox weekend. Yesterday, was rearranging the furniture. I got tired of reaching over the TV to open the window. Today was organized the mess day. I only got halfway through. I had to stop because tomorrow is workday.
Oh, tomorrow is also the day I get my Teaching Exam test results. Actually, if I had internet connection, I probably could have check the results sooner.
Until tomorrow…
She’s Baaack!!! Well, it didn’t last long. My sreaming neighbor has returned. Although, I should be honest, she did not scream today.
I am still in a bit of shock. This young lady made that big hysterical scene (about the broken cell phone), left with about 2 or 3 large trash bags (full of clothes), and I think at least two boxes. And she returns a day later. She returned about 12 midnight (bags and boxes). Strange! The loving couple is back to playing husband and wife. Enough about them.
This weekend was my clean my shoebox weekend. Yesterday, was rearranging the furniture. I got tired of reaching over the TV to open the window. Today was organized the mess day. I only got halfway through. I had to stop because tomorrow is workday.
Oh, tomorrow is also the day I get my Teaching Exam test results. Actually, if I had internet connection, I probably could have check the results sooner.
Until tomorrow…
Thursday, March 23, 2006
March 23, 2006
Stress. Stress. Stress, and more stress. Quick entry. Today, I started a new substitute assignment at a previous school. About midday, I realized that I’d left my keys (locked) in my shoebox of a home. I thought that it would not be difficult to just go to a lock shop and have someone open the door. After work, I went to the lock shop. First, I was told that they would not open the door without the lease holder of the building present. I was also told that it would cost me about $85 dollars to have the door opened. The shop worker seemed a little bit unconcerned that I was locked out. He just kept saying that he really did not have time to do anything especially at that time (about 5:20pm) because “his guys were about to go home. The place closed at 6pm. Since my apartment contact guy (the guy I pay the rent to) would take about 20 minutes to reach the apartment building, the lock shop guy just got annoyed and said that he could not help me.
I decided to go to my shoebox and see if I could open the door (without doing a lot of damage). My plan was to ring the doorbell for my floor and have one of my neighbors let me in the building. Since the apartments seemed so sloppily put together, I thought I might be able to figure a way to open the door.
Long story short. Once in the building, it took me all of 3 seconds to open my (locked) room door with my Metro train card.
So, was that the end my stress? Come on, where have you been?
About 2 hours later, my floor neighbors (the bickering couple) started playing loudly with cell phones (laughing and talking loudly)…then the guy breaks the young lady’s cell phone. She flips!!! She was screaming and hollering!!! She was crying hysterically. You would have thought that the guy had murdered a child. After a couple of minutes, I can’t take any more. I knock on their door asking if everything is okay. The guy was annoyed that I knocked on his door and told me to mind my business. I stood in the hallway not sure what to do. I listened to the guy offer to give the young lady his cell phone. He tells her to just take out her information SIMS phone card and put it into his phone. She says no, his phone is a piece of sh*t, and continues to scream (and cry). She knocks over something big threatening to break everything of his. Finally, he tells her to pack her sh*t and get the f**k out of his house. He leaves the building. And the young lady… continues her sreaming hollering hysterical tantrum. Again, she knocks over something big. It sounded like she was trying to break anything that wasn’t nailed down. A few minutes later, she manages to call on another cell phone (or was it the boyfriend’s phone) a friend to complain about what had just happened. She said that she would move to Brooklyn to live with a cousin. I would like to say that the young lady actually seems to be very nice, just very immature at times…like now.
Later the guy returns. He seems to be helping the young lady pack. Is she really leaving? Only time will tell.
Stress. Stress. Stress, and more stress. Quick entry. Today, I started a new substitute assignment at a previous school. About midday, I realized that I’d left my keys (locked) in my shoebox of a home. I thought that it would not be difficult to just go to a lock shop and have someone open the door. After work, I went to the lock shop. First, I was told that they would not open the door without the lease holder of the building present. I was also told that it would cost me about $85 dollars to have the door opened. The shop worker seemed a little bit unconcerned that I was locked out. He just kept saying that he really did not have time to do anything especially at that time (about 5:20pm) because “his guys were about to go home. The place closed at 6pm. Since my apartment contact guy (the guy I pay the rent to) would take about 20 minutes to reach the apartment building, the lock shop guy just got annoyed and said that he could not help me.
I decided to go to my shoebox and see if I could open the door (without doing a lot of damage). My plan was to ring the doorbell for my floor and have one of my neighbors let me in the building. Since the apartments seemed so sloppily put together, I thought I might be able to figure a way to open the door.
Long story short. Once in the building, it took me all of 3 seconds to open my (locked) room door with my Metro train card.
So, was that the end my stress? Come on, where have you been?
About 2 hours later, my floor neighbors (the bickering couple) started playing loudly with cell phones (laughing and talking loudly)…then the guy breaks the young lady’s cell phone. She flips!!! She was screaming and hollering!!! She was crying hysterically. You would have thought that the guy had murdered a child. After a couple of minutes, I can’t take any more. I knock on their door asking if everything is okay. The guy was annoyed that I knocked on his door and told me to mind my business. I stood in the hallway not sure what to do. I listened to the guy offer to give the young lady his cell phone. He tells her to just take out her information SIMS phone card and put it into his phone. She says no, his phone is a piece of sh*t, and continues to scream (and cry). She knocks over something big threatening to break everything of his. Finally, he tells her to pack her sh*t and get the f**k out of his house. He leaves the building. And the young lady… continues her sreaming hollering hysterical tantrum. Again, she knocks over something big. It sounded like she was trying to break anything that wasn’t nailed down. A few minutes later, she manages to call on another cell phone (or was it the boyfriend’s phone) a friend to complain about what had just happened. She said that she would move to Brooklyn to live with a cousin. I would like to say that the young lady actually seems to be very nice, just very immature at times…like now.
Later the guy returns. He seems to be helping the young lady pack. Is she really leaving? Only time will tell.
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
Waiting for my unlimited Metro card to reactivate. I just spent about 30 minutes writing a blog entry here at the local internet cafe. I clicked spell check and ended up losing everything I'd just written.
Long story short. Today I didn't work, so I finally sent off my application for my new New York State teaching license. After about a week of procrastinating, I finally finished filling out the application. I had to have my signature notorized, and made copies of all the documents. For lunch I ate a slice of pizza. Now, I am about to return to my shoebox and rearrange everything to try to do something with those extra boxes I brought into my shoebox-sized room. I also want the change the furniture around. I don't like not being able to get to the window.
Long story short. Today I didn't work, so I finally sent off my application for my new New York State teaching license. After about a week of procrastinating, I finally finished filling out the application. I had to have my signature notorized, and made copies of all the documents. For lunch I ate a slice of pizza. Now, I am about to return to my shoebox and rearrange everything to try to do something with those extra boxes I brought into my shoebox-sized room. I also want the change the furniture around. I don't like not being able to get to the window.
Sunday, March 19, 2006
Just a quick note. I just added some new photos to my other web site. Yes, the photos are a bit out dated, but if you are interested, please feel free to stop by to take a look. The first set (of 3 photos) are from the November 2005 New York City Marathon. The route of the race goes past my father's apartment.
The second set of photos (15) are a few of the photos taken at the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade. I was a block away from the route. However, the balloons were big enough to see.
If you remember (yes, I know it was a while ago), one of the balloons collapsed. That balloon (the M&M) balloon was deflated right in front of me.
March 13, 2006
I think I’ve asked this question before. Do you ever get the feeling you are being punished for some unknown crime? Today, my day started out nicely. I was originally given a cluster teacher’s schedule to cover. I like cluster schedules because I am in and out of a few classes for the day. Today, just as soon as I was planning my cluster schedule, I walked passed the assistant principal’s office. She stopped me and informed me that she was trying to contact me but she couldn’t find me. I suppose I could mention the loudspeaker that could have been used, or I could have mention that I was given a cluster schedule (and I was following that schedule). Anyway, my schedule was changed. I was assigned to sub for one of the team teacher’s in the wild (two teacher) class I’d mentioned in previous blog entries.
It is getting late, so let me just jump to the main parts of this entry. After school, I went to the post office near the school. I ended up waiting on line for about 30 minutes to get a money order for my teaching license application.
When I arrived at my shoebox, my plan was to go to the Laundromat to wash the few clothes that I had not washed over the weekend. Instead of walking to the big Laundromat about three blocks away, I thought that I could save time by going to the very small Laundromat in the building next to the apartment building I live in. To make a long story short, one of the machines I used started leaking (and the Laundromat worker) did not know why. She gave me quarters to do my wash over. What should have been about an hour wash and dry, turned into about an hour and a half. And my clothes (after 24 minutes) still were not dry, but I did not have any more quarters, so now my shoebox on top of having boxes and bags all over, I now have semi-wet clothes over my futon. So, was it a big load of laundry? No. About a week’s worth of underclothes, a towel, and pajamas.
My plan this evening was to try making onigiri (rice balls), but my neighbor decided to make lasagna. By 9pm, she was not finished. I think she started about 7pm. I got tired of waiting, so I had to settle for a can of soup. No sooner did I finish eating when my upstairs neighbor had a loud shouting argument with his girlfriend. And would you believe my floor neighbors (the bickering buddies) actual comment about how they (the upstairs guy and his girlfriend) are always arguing. About 10 minutes later, then the bickering buddies (sorry, married couple) on my floor started arguing. I think it started because he wanted to use her cell phone.
Now it is almost 10pm and I have done nothing that I wanted to do. My plan was to get on my rowing machine for at least 20 minutes. Soak in the bathtub. Iron my clothes for tomorrow. Make rice balls (I am tired of going into the corner stores and seeing [and buying] only junk food.
I could have added more details, but it is getting late.
I think I’ve asked this question before. Do you ever get the feeling you are being punished for some unknown crime? Today, my day started out nicely. I was originally given a cluster teacher’s schedule to cover. I like cluster schedules because I am in and out of a few classes for the day. Today, just as soon as I was planning my cluster schedule, I walked passed the assistant principal’s office. She stopped me and informed me that she was trying to contact me but she couldn’t find me. I suppose I could mention the loudspeaker that could have been used, or I could have mention that I was given a cluster schedule (and I was following that schedule). Anyway, my schedule was changed. I was assigned to sub for one of the team teacher’s in the wild (two teacher) class I’d mentioned in previous blog entries.
It is getting late, so let me just jump to the main parts of this entry. After school, I went to the post office near the school. I ended up waiting on line for about 30 minutes to get a money order for my teaching license application.
When I arrived at my shoebox, my plan was to go to the Laundromat to wash the few clothes that I had not washed over the weekend. Instead of walking to the big Laundromat about three blocks away, I thought that I could save time by going to the very small Laundromat in the building next to the apartment building I live in. To make a long story short, one of the machines I used started leaking (and the Laundromat worker) did not know why. She gave me quarters to do my wash over. What should have been about an hour wash and dry, turned into about an hour and a half. And my clothes (after 24 minutes) still were not dry, but I did not have any more quarters, so now my shoebox on top of having boxes and bags all over, I now have semi-wet clothes over my futon. So, was it a big load of laundry? No. About a week’s worth of underclothes, a towel, and pajamas.
My plan this evening was to try making onigiri (rice balls), but my neighbor decided to make lasagna. By 9pm, she was not finished. I think she started about 7pm. I got tired of waiting, so I had to settle for a can of soup. No sooner did I finish eating when my upstairs neighbor had a loud shouting argument with his girlfriend. And would you believe my floor neighbors (the bickering buddies) actual comment about how they (the upstairs guy and his girlfriend) are always arguing. About 10 minutes later, then the bickering buddies (sorry, married couple) on my floor started arguing. I think it started because he wanted to use her cell phone.
Now it is almost 10pm and I have done nothing that I wanted to do. My plan was to get on my rowing machine for at least 20 minutes. Soak in the bathtub. Iron my clothes for tomorrow. Make rice balls (I am tired of going into the corner stores and seeing [and buying] only junk food.
I could have added more details, but it is getting late.
Sunday, March 12, 2006
March 12, 2006
Hello Pen Pal. Well, it has been about 2 weeks since my last posting. Sorry for the delay. You did not miss much. I could have written about inconsiderate neighbors, but then, I think that you have a pretty good idea what I am going through. So, anything else to write about?
Last Tuesday, I completed my final requirement for getting my New York State teaching license (assuming that I passed the CST teaching examination). I waited until payday (Friday) to get the $100 postal money order for the application fee for the license (unfortunately, I didn’t leave school before the post office closed). On Monday (I hope), I will send everything up to the state capital (Albany). If all goes well, I should have my teaching license in a couple of months. I’ll let you know if I hit any bumps in the road along the way.
Yesterday, my plan was to get the remainder of my things from my foster father’s apartment, next Monday, he will be getting his apartment painted. After getting the remainder of my things, I decided to go to the bookstore. Since the movie “Broke Back Mountain” won a couple of Academy Awards, I thought I would read the book (before I saw the movie). It turns out the movie was based on a short story. I ended up buying the paperback book for about $10. In hindsight, I wasted my money. I finished reading the book in about 15 or 20 minutes (that included reading some parts more than once). After going to the bookstore, I went to Burger King. Actually, I could have finished the whole book in Burger King, but since the book was so short, I’d decided to wait until I returned to my shoebox. Speaking of shoebox.
Now that I have six more boxes, and about 3 bags of more things in the room, it is now even more of a shoebox. For the last couple of weeks, I have been feeling more like a caged hamster, now that feeling is getting more intense. Add the (wall shakingly) loud music blaring, and the child-like behavior of my neighbors, and the feeling of being a hamster is rapidly changing to the feeling of being a caged lab mouse. For the last couple of weeks, I have not been in the mood to do any blog entries (until today).
After returning from Washington DC, I had just gotten over a cold, and I think I caught another cold from the loud young lady who came in the kitchen hacking and coughing while I was cooking my dinner. The previous night, her and her boyfriend (oh, excuse me…her husband) were in the kitchen for about 2 hours. That was the night I had spent about $80 dollars worth of food, so that I could stop eating out. By the time they were finished, it was late, so I only opened up a can of soup. The next evening, I did managed to get into the kitchen, but as I am cooking the young lady comes in to make a pitcher of ice tea for her…husband. 24 hours later, I was (also) hacking and coughing up a storm.
Sorry, I got sidetracked. Yesterday, I also went to a Japanese Food store here in Manhattan. I was just planning to buy a few items. And, I did. See the attached photo. I ended up spending $39.04 on 16 items. Actually, most of the items, I could have bought in the 100 yen store if I was still in Japan.
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