today, i felt so distraught with how one student has been dealing with me. it's been 9 harrowing weeks, only because of him. one time he was suspended, the class he's in, all of a sudden, was totally different. this morning, i had to deal with his objectionable ways again, but this time, i knew i had it with him. i cried when the students were gone, i felt weary and frustrated.
so when i went home, i stopped by starbucks, grabbed a venti cafe americano with hazelnut, coupled it with a slice of lemon loaf and treated myself to a christmas songs cd entitled Santa Baby. it's got elvis presley, frank sinatra, nat king cole, tony bennett, ella fitzgerald, dean martin, diana krall, billie holiday, sarah mclachlan, etc. well, i bought it primarily because it's quite uncommon to find elvis in a compilation cd like this; second, i like the repertoire and the voices. so i parked in front of our house, turned up the volume of the player, and sat there sloshing my drink away. i relaxed my mind while i looked up the dark gray sky, and just enjoyed the music, the coffee, the pastry, and the time that i'm alone. when i was down to my last sip, i called overseas to my daughter, woke her up (she's going to school anyway) and told her how much i miss her, how much i want to hug her, hold her tight. told her i love her very much...heard her sleepy voice...a priceless moment...that mitigated the pain. i felt relieved.
here's the first cut in the cd. i want to share it with whoever. i like it of all the songs in that complation. it's called river.
It’s coming on Christmas
They’re cutting down trees
They’re putting up reindeer singing songs of joy and peace
Oh I wish I had a river
I could skate away on
But it don’t snow here
It stays pretty green
I’m going to make a lot of money
And then I’m going to quit this crazy scene
Oh I wish I had a river
I could skate away on
I wish I had a river so long
Teach my feet to fly high
Oh I wish I had a river
I could skate away on
I made my baby cry
I tried hard to help me
No it wouldn’t be at ease
But it left me so naughty made me weak in the knees
Oh I wish I had a river
I could skate away on
But I’m so hard to handle
I’m selfish and I’m sad
Now I gone and lost the best baby that I’ve ever had
Oh I wish I had a river
I could skate away on
Oh I wish I had a river so long
I would teach my feet to fly high
Oh I wish I had a river
That I could skate away on
I made my baby say goodbye
It’s coming on Christmas
They’re cutting down trees
They’re putting up reindeer singing songs of joy and peace
Oh I wish I had a river
I could skate away on
[ these lyrics found on www.completealbumlyrics.com ]
16 comments:
So, bh, do you actually have a "site" where fans of Joyce gather? :P
hey joyce! i hope by now you're cheered up and perky again. you should talk to jop.
ingat!
jay
there are always bumps on the road
whatever trip we take
in time, we become adroit at manuevering around or through them
but they are there and always had been
they seem bigger in the beginning but only in the beginning
a cousins' wife is a multi-awarded teacher in the east coast. numerous professional honors.
but huge implausible bumps in the beginning and immeasurable tears
a brother taught high school math in sacramento. kids gave him headaches. he laughs about it now everytime he tells me the story over beer
(he received his bs math in the philippines. attended u.p.)
his daughter (my niece) transferred to sacramento from quezon city science high school a few years ago. two years later she's in college on scholarship and they asked her to teach high school math at a local school. kids her age. terrified her.
she graduates next month with 2 majors in engineering. laughs when i say that all her awards were bought from k-mart on 2-for-one sale
a brother taught welding at junior college in canada. tough kids. they think the govt. owes them everything they ask for. laughs about it now over lots and frequent beer
without the bumps we lose our perspective of the journey
rain comes down in all manners
"into each life, some rain must fall"- ella fitzgerald
remember
don't let the rain get you down
dax
bh, thank you for heading the so-called fan club. it's amazing how the ideas flow out of you when you write, just like water in a stream. and happy thanksgiving too :) by the way, joyce jimenez, as you may know it, was coined after the actress joyce jimenez. my students called me that for reasons only they would know.
rain, come on...you think...ohhhh :)
batjay, the famous batjay!!! thanks for visiting! yes, i'm quite better now. that's a great suggestion, would talk to jop :) salamat!
and dax...
will you walk with me through the rain? :) i doubt it if you'd do that. men nowadays are so not visible.
we'll mock water and fire
together
dax
hmmmm i wonder what you mean by that
dax, are you saying that we'd make the impossible possible? hmmm interesting...
oh by the way, remember you said once before that you'll marry me...is that a metaphor too?
not a metaphor
dax
i really admire your audacity. but men, as i have observed, are generally audacious. forgive me, but i find your species weak and oftentimes selfish. ofcourse, there are exceptions. i wonder if you're one of them. write me in private so you'd hear me grumble and see how you argue with me.
"...and they lived happily ever after."
but first, they had to start the whole thing by arguing
interesting concept
dax
RIGHT! so...have you chickened out yet? shoot me a private e-mail. i'm waiting.
dax, did i scare you? i'm sorry...
dax exists for and only on this blog and for one reason only
the name dax was lifted off of a book and movie by harold robbins titled 'the adventurers'
when you first thought it was dax garcia, i found it amusing that a mother would actually name her son
after a harold robbins character. of, course she probably had a different source; and mothers everywhere still name their daughters 'betsy'.
if you read the book , you'll no doubt find and agree to one thing:
dax does not scare
dax,
so since you are a figment of this blog, the marriage proposal then is an intrepid statement from a devil-may-care writer...
i don't want to say anything further.
Young Amparo: What are they doing now?
Young Dax: I believe he is raping her. He rapes her, and she rapes him.
Young Amparo: Let's do it.
Young Dax: No! you are too young, and I think I have to kill you Afterwards.
...so, Dax doesn't scare huh?!?
HMP!
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