<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451</id><updated>2012-01-29T02:31:48.319-08:00</updated><category term='Just for Fun'/><category term='Faces'/><category term='Emo'/><category term='Philippines'/><category term='Run'/><category term='Bets'/><category term='Technology'/><category term='Relationships'/><category term='Friendship'/><category term='Numbers'/><category term='Break ups'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='Secrets'/><category term='Ivory Tower'/><category term='Portaiture'/><category term='Race'/><category term='Loneliness'/><category term='Democracy'/><category term='Women'/><category term='Change'/><category term='Mills College'/><category term='Metaphor'/><category term='Lecture'/><category term='Running Tips'/><category term='Apples'/><category term='Politics'/><category term='Text'/><category term='Understanding'/><category term='Extraterrestial'/><category term='Community'/><category term='Busy'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='Drawing'/><category term='Flml'/><category term='Day-to-day'/><category term='Information Overload'/><category term='Berkeley'/><category term='Obama'/><category term='Writing'/><category term='Ignorance'/><category term='Working Hard'/><category term='Efficiency'/><category term='Turnips'/><category term='Filipinos'/><category term='Empathy'/><category term='Bad luck'/><category term='Lists'/><category term='Class'/><category term='Book Review'/><category term='Day'/><category term='Walks'/><category term='Jitters'/><category term='Limits'/><category term='Feminism'/><category term='Tips'/><category term='Art'/><category term='Happiness'/><category term='Apathy'/><category term='Google'/><category term='Men'/><category term='Gratitude'/><category term='Blogging'/><category term='Teaching'/><category term='Anna Richert'/><category term='E-mail'/><category term='Romance'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Textersation'/><category term='Camels'/><category term='rocksmyworld'/><category term='Melancholic Monday'/><category term='Conversations'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Philosophies'/><category term='Flakiness'/><category term='Speak'/><category term='Time'/><category term='Rant'/><category term='Sympathy'/><category term='Inauguration'/><category term='Dreams'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>Quest for Inspiration</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;a href="http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com"&gt;{Most Recent}&lt;/a&gt; 

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&lt;a href="http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/p/about.html"&gt;{About}&lt;/a&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>237</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-5438463559975387558</id><published>2012-01-29T00:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T02:31:48.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Be One in a Hundred Thousand Extraordinaries</title><summary type='text'>























"Don't think you're too young. You can change the world. Any day. Start now. Start today." 

"...whatever you want, chase after it with everything that you have not because of the fame or the fortune but solely because that's what you believe in, because that's what makes your heart sing, that's what your dance is." 

"In the small, anonymous, monotonous, every single day </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/5438463559975387558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=5438463559975387558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/5438463559975387558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/5438463559975387558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2012/01/to-be-one-in-hundred-thousand.html' title='To Be One in a Hundred Thousand Extraordinaries'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-3259602087943496773</id><published>2012-01-17T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T15:41:30.643-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>Winter 2011-2012 Reading List</title><summary type='text'>












Ender's Shadow - Orson Scott Card

Shadow of the Hegemon - Orson Scott Card

Shadow Puppets - Orson Scott Card

Shadow of the Giant - Orson Scott Card









The Hunger Games - Suzanne Collins

Catching Fire  - Suzanne Collins

Mockingjay  - Suzanne Collins









The Shadow of the Wind - Carlos Ruiz Zafón









The Alchemist - Paulo Coelho









Audition - Ryu Murakami



</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/3259602087943496773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=3259602087943496773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/3259602087943496773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/3259602087943496773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2012/01/winter-2011-2012-reading-list.html' title='Winter 2011-2012 Reading List'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-COCK1aa-Zys/TxXqtM-XvQI/AAAAAAAABiw/QCIordPPtB8/s72-c/Puppets.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-6374557335858865862</id><published>2012-01-17T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T01:34:03.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1/day</title><summary type='text'>


2011 from hey_rabbit on Vimeo.

This person edited together ~1 second of every day of her life in 2011.

Her blurb about this video (and her video) inspired me:

I'd made this video for myself as a way to keep my usually shy-self active and lift my spirits when I'm down about work, paying rent, figuring... everything out. I thought the finished product would only be seen by my friends and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/6374557335858865862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=6374557335858865862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/6374557335858865862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/6374557335858865862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2012/01/1day.html' title='1/day'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-8481004511643910205</id><published>2012-01-11T01:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T01:25:56.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retro Post</title><summary type='text'>January 4, 2008

I almost feel like I've been here in San Diego for too long, and that I need to get back to Berkeley. Not that I'm not having any fun here. I think that I'm just feeling unproductive, and I feel like I need to be doing something important... just so I can go to bed with a feeling of accomplishment stirring inside of me. I know that once I get to to Berkeley, I'm going to be at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/8481004511643910205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=8481004511643910205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/8481004511643910205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/8481004511643910205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2012/01/retro-post.html' title='Retro Post'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-3021330329590950087</id><published>2012-01-10T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T22:27:49.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brag Post</title><summary type='text'>Job Offer! *happydance*happydance*

The hours are so few, though, that I'll keep hunting for a second (maybe third... and fourth?) job.


.End Brag Post

= = =

Speaking of the hunt, here are some data about my progress:

Statistics of the Hunt
Job applications submitted: 17 and counting.
Rejections: 2
No response: 14
Interviews: 1
Offers: 1

Spreadsheet of the Hunt


















It's funny </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/3021330329590950087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=3021330329590950087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/3021330329590950087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/3021330329590950087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2012/01/job-offer-happydancehappydance-hours.html' title='Brag Post'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qt6YnNFbLms/Tw0pdA5wbLI/AAAAAAAABgw/dUT0DFoAiYw/s72-c/job+app+spreadsheet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-707785079623901505</id><published>2012-01-07T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T22:59:07.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Work</title><summary type='text'>My sisters left for the mainland today. It was my first time seeing them both off for college; it was my first time ever hugging them both goodbye and returning home with Mom and Dad.

Vacation time is over. Sunday will be a day of rest and reflection. Monday shall be my first official day of being "unemployed/seeking work".
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/707785079623901505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=707785079623901505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/707785079623901505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/707785079623901505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2012/01/back-to-work.html' title='Back to Work'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-9008192111430098458</id><published>2012-01-07T03:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T03:02:02.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words of Wisdom</title><summary type='text'>This video belongs in this blog.






"It's OK to be scared, it's liberating to be scared, and sometimes it's necessary to feel scared... It's only in the heart and soul of your fear that you'll be able to find courage."

My thoughts and prayers go out to you, your family, and your doctors, stranger... Thank you for expressing your vulnerability and for sharing your valuable insight.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/9008192111430098458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=9008192111430098458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/9008192111430098458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/9008192111430098458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2012/01/words-of-wisdom.html' title='Words of Wisdom'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-4201283859277617300</id><published>2012-01-05T02:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T02:00:43.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Share the Love</title><summary type='text'>I love watching and listening to people talk about something they love... especially when they have trouble finding just the right words and when said thing is completely foreign to me. It feels like borrowed joy.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/4201283859277617300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=4201283859277617300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/4201283859277617300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/4201283859277617300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2012/01/share-love.html' title='Share the Love'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-6990765649218767966</id><published>2012-01-03T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T19:50:29.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the Sake of Running</title><summary type='text'>At this point in the race, I'm not running from anything or to anywhere.
I've neither a captor nor a destination.

Sometimes, I'll run as fast as I possibly can.
Other times, I'll become frustrated that my body cannot carry me as fast as I want to go.

I'll remember that distance, not speed, is key.

I'll understand that I'm going to be using muscles that I do not normally use.
These are the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/6990765649218767966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=6990765649218767966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/6990765649218767966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/6990765649218767966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2012/01/for-sake-of-running.html' title='For the Sake of Running'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-6207540540780832440</id><published>2012-01-02T03:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T03:07:27.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><summary type='text'>I resolve to…



Read lots of books.

Why?
Because I love reading and why would I withhold something that I love from myself? Because I'm thankful for the gift of literacy. Because I want to be really smart one day. Because I love stories. Because I love wordplay.


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I resolve to…

Write one piece that I am proud of.

Why?
Because even though I secretly dream of writing something </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/6207540540780832440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=6207540540780832440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/6207540540780832440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/6207540540780832440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2012/01/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-4737740945804751841</id><published>2011-12-31T23:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T23:42:16.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever you do, do it with resolve!</title><summary type='text'>

~2012~

I resolve to…

Read lots of books.



How I plan on doing it…

Read at least a page a day; always keep a book by my bedside
and in my purse.



How I know I’ve reached my goal…

Keep a list of books by my desk; cross of each title as I
finish the book.

  

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I resolve to…

Write one piece that I am proud of.



How I plan on doing it…

Sit down and write for a solid 40 minutes</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/4737740945804751841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=4737740945804751841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/4737740945804751841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/4737740945804751841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/12/whatever-you-do-do-it-with-resolve.html' title='Whatever you do, do it with resolve!'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-2700870160913749765</id><published>2011-12-28T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T12:56:23.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Non-Teaching Lessons Learned (While Teaching)</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;
 
  
 
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</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/2700870160913749765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=2700870160913749765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/2700870160913749765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/2700870160913749765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/12/non-teaching-lessons-learned-while.html' title='Non-Teaching Lessons Learned (While Teaching)'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-189502286529312427</id><published>2011-12-23T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T05:59:57.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell-All</title><summary type='text'>"Why did you tell them the whole truth? I would have just lied. Or at least left out some parts of the story."

I can't help it! I even told you everything about you-know-what. The truth has always been more interesting to me than any story I could make up. I can't keep a secret to save my life and I can't bear to spare the details. I can't even give the coffee guy a boring, simple answer to his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/189502286529312427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=189502286529312427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/189502286529312427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/189502286529312427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/12/tell-all.html' title='Tell-All'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-515200739058828518</id><published>2011-12-19T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T11:38:48.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in Hawaii, Trick.</title><summary type='text'>It's 9:04 A.M. HAST, which means that I am approximately two days and 4 minutes behind on my workout schedule: two days because it was the weekend (family time, yo) and 4 minutes because I got stuck reading out on the front porch, browsing the classifieds (in search of a job), and reading blog posts. Now, I'm in the mood to blog, and every blogger knows that when such a mood strikes, one must act</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/515200739058828518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=515200739058828518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/515200739058828518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/515200739058828518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-in-hawaii-trick.html' title='I&apos;m in Hawaii, Trick.'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-2537961971216439040</id><published>2011-12-16T02:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T11:40:42.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Still Kind Of Sort Of Believe I Can Be a Writer One Day</title><summary type='text'>Writing in a personal blog with a few invited readers can have its limitations (no offense; thanks for reading, by the way). I've had many lovely creative urges to write lately, but this blog didn't seem like the right medium.



I wrote a few lengthy posts on AnonCon this year (can't get enough of that thing, even three finals seasons after graduating) and I've had a lot of positive responses. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/2537961971216439040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=2537961971216439040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/2537961971216439040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/2537961971216439040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-still-kind-of-sort-of-believe-i-can.html' title='I Still Kind Of Sort Of Believe I Can Be a Writer One Day'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-963502294403571219</id><published>2011-12-14T02:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T12:58:08.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Happy</title><summary type='text'>When I look back on my time at Cal, I regret spending so much time being unhappy. I look at old photos and old Facebook posts from friends and I realize that I made some of the best friends that anyone could ask for and actually did have a lot of fun experiences, yet I stressed out so much about finals, grades, big life questions, etc...

I should have enjoyed the moment more. "The secret to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/963502294403571219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=963502294403571219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/963502294403571219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/963502294403571219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/12/be-happy.html' title='Be Happy'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-6820713203324731920</id><published>2011-12-06T15:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T15:12:09.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My cat doesn't know I'm leaving him</title><summary type='text'>"Moving away" type of packing is difficult...


-because I've accumulated a lot of sentimentally valuable crap over the past 5 years

-I only have a tiny car in which to transport said crap

-I have no idea which things to keep in case they will be useful in the future, which things to give away to charitable causes, and which things to throw out

-I'm currently home alone

-...and crying. :(



</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/6820713203324731920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=6820713203324731920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/6820713203324731920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/6820713203324731920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-cat-doesnt-know-im-leaving-him.html' title='My cat doesn&apos;t know I&apos;m leaving him'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-7584023092340788011</id><published>2011-12-03T13:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T05:22:26.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Away</title><summary type='text'>The following post was originally written on Dec. 3, 2011.

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I was all set to quietly pack up my belongings and sneak off from California like a thief in the night. I wanted to dodge explanations for my decisions and uncertain plans about one day returning to the Bay.

I somehow let myself get talked into actually telling people that I was leaving. Maybe my friends would want to see me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/7584023092340788011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=7584023092340788011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/7584023092340788011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/7584023092340788011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/12/going-away.html' title='Going Away'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-5499067468819863833</id><published>2011-11-30T14:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T14:56:17.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nameless</title><summary type='text'>I've been working at an organization whose name shall remain nameless at an office job doing a lot of nothing and learning a lot of everything.

Namely, I'm learning a bit about life in the cubicle/office world. I have limited human contact; I impact few if any, and learn about the jobs of all (or, least, many). I'm an anonymous temp with a meaningless, mysterious background. I have a list of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/5499067468819863833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=5499067468819863833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/5499067468819863833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/5499067468819863833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/11/nameless.html' title='Nameless'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-4160923482228320544</id><published>2011-11-27T23:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T23:27:29.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;
 
  
 
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And all you needed to do was borrow batteris from your





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Heh. Yeah. I was totally a battery thief. 



Tonight, I needed to borrow batteries for my







I searched through every junk drawer and forgotten shelf space in the apartment. I inventoried </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/6905664454782206509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=6905664454782206509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/6905664454782206509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/6905664454782206509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-was-battery-borrower-electronic.html' title='I Was a Battery Borrower / Electronic Nostalgia'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tK39BZVI2Js/TsS405rXQ8I/AAAAAAAAAsY/OEHnK_8PGbM/s72-c/talkboy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-4168669136578405866</id><published>2011-11-03T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T16:57:33.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ins and Outs</title><summary type='text'>On bad days, I feel like a has-been superhero whose wings were clipped. Grounded.

On good days, I feel like a bird temporarily blown off course but on its way to an exciting, tropical paradise.

Most days, nowadays, I feel like a Joe Schmo'. Joe Nobody. These are also bad days.

I realize now that I have higher expectations for myself than I do anyone else... and that I expect more out of myself</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/4168669136578405866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=4168669136578405866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/4168669136578405866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/4168669136578405866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/11/ins-and-outs.html' title='The Ins and Outs'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-6762362695498095353</id><published>2011-10-30T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T17:03:44.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise!</title><summary type='text'>So... I quit my job. Surprise! So much for all of those gung-ho, lezz-do-this-thang blog posts.

I am experiencing and have experienced a lot of emotions over the past 10 weeks at my school and 1 week of officially having resigned. My current net feeling is relief. No regrets. The only thing I feel guilty about is the lack of regret which I feel.

I did not blog during my period of resigning </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/6762362695498095353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=6762362695498095353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/6762362695498095353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/6762362695498095353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/10/surprise.html' title='Surprise!'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-3252475582227478420</id><published>2011-10-19T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T11:59:33.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going for a Walk</title><summary type='text'>I went for a run today... I got about halfway through and then started walking. The day was gorgeous and the wind felt nice. I did not tear myself down for not running. I let myself enjoy the walk. I did not think myself a lesser person. I'm not here to impress anyone. I need to enjoy my life because no one else is going to enjoy it for me.

Strength, wisdom, humility, perspective, and patience </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/3252475582227478420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=3252475582227478420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/3252475582227478420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/3252475582227478420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/10/going-for-walk.html' title='Going for a Walk'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-2093653037257888841</id><published>2011-10-16T11:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T12:18:49.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mom says... Getting through it does not have to mean suffering through it... But rather taking steps to take care of myself while time passes.
Time will pass.. But how will i spend my time in the meantime? It's up to me.
i already knew that my hours spent working outside of work would be less productive and less efficient than if i were a veteran teacher... I 
Think that for now, i need to also </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/2093653037257888841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=2093653037257888841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/2093653037257888841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/2093653037257888841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/10/mom-says.html' title=''/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-5000827611746036897</id><published>2011-10-15T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T17:11:14.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a Middle School Teacher in Oakland, Hear me Roar. Or Cry.</title><summary type='text'>I barely managed to survive Week 9 of school. OK, so I'm being dramatic. A bit. That's my problem, of course. I exaggerate my problems. A bit. I think.



Another teacher has quit at our school. That's four down in 9 weeks. According to my unofficial and hasty calculations, a quarter of our teachers have quit.



I am the 75%.



Ha. Ha.





If I were to write a "Chronicles of my First Year </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/5000827611746036897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=5000827611746036897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/5000827611746036897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/5000827611746036897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-am-middle-school-teacher-in-oakland.html' title='I am a Middle School Teacher in Oakland, Hear me Roar. Or Cry.'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-6417789978203863031</id><published>2011-10-10T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T21:55:53.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Forget keeping my head above water -- first year teaching is like trying to build a ship while stranded in the middle of the ocean... and trying to keep 160 students afloat on said ship (plus myself).

Supposedly, 2nd year teaching is miles easier than 1st year teaching. I also assume that things gradually get better over this first year leading into the second year. Improvement is not a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/6417789978203863031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=6417789978203863031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/6417789978203863031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/6417789978203863031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/10/forget-keeping-my-head-above-water.html' title=''/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-1691371033492035174</id><published>2011-10-03T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T23:58:07.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FALL BREAK</title><summary type='text'>'Tis the season to be restful.


The two main charges that my coworkers and bosses gave me for this fall break is to 1) rest and 2) lesson plan. Grades are also due right before we get back, so of course this means grading and entering/finalizing grades.



On top of all that, I want to make about a million system changes, but fall break is only 1 week long: hardly enough time for 1 million </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/1691371033492035174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=1691371033492035174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/1691371033492035174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/1691371033492035174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/10/fall-break.html' title='FALL BREAK'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-2713762904130022661</id><published>2011-10-02T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T16:33:13.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sub-20-Miler</title><summary type='text'>
~19.2 mi in ~3:45.









Today was the best I've ever ran in distance and in pace. I only stopped a couple of times for water; other than that, I kept up a 10min/mi pace for the first time ever on a long run. 



That is, except for the last two miles. I stopped into Sports Authority to buy (and down) a couple of packs of Mint Chocolate Gu (love that stuff). Afterwards, my right knee totally </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/2713762904130022661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=2713762904130022661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/2713762904130022661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/2713762904130022661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-sub-20-miler.html' title='My Sub-20-Miler'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cvWCNNyZPK8/Toj0kwbhiMI/AAAAAAAAAdU/C-a2erikyOo/s72-c/Run+10%253A2%253A11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-7252032748600404159</id><published>2011-09-27T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T22:16:26.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I should be encouraged, not discouraged, to write my lesson plans because:

1) I'm closer now than ever before with my students' zone of proximal development
2) I am closer and closer to knowing what is realistic in terms of time frames for activities
3) I've had practice writing better and better objectives that align to standards and that use Bloom's taxonomy of learning domains.

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I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/7252032748600404159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=7252032748600404159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/7252032748600404159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/7252032748600404159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-should-be-encouraged-not-discouraged.html' title=''/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-1784209219671278445</id><published>2011-09-26T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T21:25:29.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Good News: my fellow staff and administration could not ROCK any harder.

The Bad News: TEACHING could not be any harder.

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I'm staggering to the finish line, dude. It's nearing the end of Q1 and fall break is just around the corner. I have no excitement, though, only fatigue.

"They" say that nothing can really prepare you for your first year of teaching. I've heard the powers that be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/1784209219671278445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=1784209219671278445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/1784209219671278445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/1784209219671278445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/09/good-news-my-fellow-staff-and.html' title=''/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-7030186667644035853</id><published>2011-09-22T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T20:21:07.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was an interesting day.

I've never cried before school before. 'Til today. It was morning, I was just finishing up my morning prep routine in my silent, empty classroom. I read an email from my principal commending the staff about what great strides we're making and that he knows it has been tough on everyone, teachers and students alike. That broke me down at 7:45 in the morning. I cried </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/7030186667644035853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=7030186667644035853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/7030186667644035853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/7030186667644035853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/09/today-was-interesting-day.html' title=''/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-7114023845135323073</id><published>2011-09-21T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T21:34:00.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is That Moment, Too.</title><summary type='text'>This is mile 1.
This is stepping into your first period classroom on your first day of high school.
This is the biggest moment of your life.
This is a new beginning.
This is mile 1 and you've got 25 more to go.
You made it through first period, you made it through high school and beyond; this is mile 1 and this is that moment, too.

This is mile 2.
This is the mile you thought you'd never reach.
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/7114023845135323073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=7114023845135323073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/7114023845135323073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/7114023845135323073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/09/this-is-that-moment-too.html' title='This is That Moment, Too.'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-4477643647404927970</id><published>2011-09-21T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T18:00:41.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teaching on Empty</title><summary type='text'>Today was one of those days where my gas light comes on
warning me that I'm dangerously close to empty
But I push through, thinking, "well, I think I've got about 20 miles left on the gas light... I'll make it. I won't gas up quite yet... I'll wait til the next one."

I'm not gunna stop. Not gunna quit. Even though I'm not sure how much energy I have left... I might be close to breaking down. But</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/4477643647404927970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=4477643647404927970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/4477643647404927970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/4477643647404927970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/09/running-on-empty.html' title='Teaching on Empty'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-7584203234856718300</id><published>2011-09-20T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T21:50:48.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Remain Calm</title><summary type='text'>Today was another rough and tough day at school, but in a good way because I was rough and tough, too.

I was rough and tough in moderation. I saved my energy because I knew that I had a long day ahead of me. I'm putting up emotional shields and detaching myself from the craziness that is my classroom.

By the end of the day, I was responding to outright ridiculous behavior with oddly polite </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/7584203234856718300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=7584203234856718300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/7584203234856718300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/7584203234856718300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/09/please-remain-calm.html' title='Please Remain Calm'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-931547168883812635</id><published>2011-09-14T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T21:56:25.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two-minute Little Things</title><summary type='text'>Fill your day with positive little things by using the 2-minute rule:

Give yourself 2 minutes to do a positive little thing and do it now. Not later --- now.

2-minute things I did today:


blogged
read my book
walked two late students to class; bonded with them while making them hustle to class faster
checked in with 3 teachers in-person (2 minutes each)
checked in with 2 teachers on the phone </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/931547168883812635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=931547168883812635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/931547168883812635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/931547168883812635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/09/two-minute-little-things.html' title='Two-minute Little Things'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-7537459382170391287</id><published>2011-09-14T11:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T11:43:46.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"You Give it More Than You Think You Can Give"</title><summary type='text'>By mile 8, you think that you'll be completely done at the end of mile 9. Because of this, you aim for the end of mile 10.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/7537459382170391287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=7537459382170391287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/7537459382170391287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/7537459382170391287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/09/you-give-it-more-than-you-think-you-can.html' title='&quot;You Give it More Than You Think You Can Give&quot;'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-8379453911405328918</id><published>2011-09-13T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T22:05:50.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Little Things</title><summary type='text'>Went home yesterday thinking, "F- this. I don't know what I'm doing with the kids tomorrow. I don't care.  F- teaching. F- them. I'm going home and going to sleep." Mind you, this was 5 pm.

I spent the evening laying on the couch. I then decided to get boba. Spent an hour or so at Sweethearts. And was in bed by 8pm.

It was glorious.

I went to school today still having no idea what I was going </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/8379453911405328918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=8379453911405328918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/8379453911405328918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/8379453911405328918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/09/just-little-things.html' title='Just Little Things'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-2333403585930093046</id><published>2011-09-12T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T21:33:07.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Working on:
Letting things go
Making parameters for myself
Reminding myself that growing as a person means coming across obstacles that are more difficult to overcome than the last obstacle. Also reminding myself that I thought I couldn't do it last time, but I did. So even though I think that I can't do it this time.... I can.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/2333403585930093046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=2333403585930093046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/2333403585930093046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/2333403585930093046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/09/working-on-letting-things-go-making.html' title=''/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-8150051804399051782</id><published>2011-09-08T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T11:51:06.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Instead of focusing on what did "NOT" happen, let's focus on what "DID" happen. So what happened?"

-kids were in their seats... only one student at maximum were wandering around at a time.
-I'm here. I showed up to school.
-I sent less kids out today.
-There were some instances of 100% even if we could not hold on to it
-I used positive behavior narration
-college-going atmosphere talk: </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/8150051804399051782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=8150051804399051782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/8150051804399051782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/8150051804399051782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/09/instead-of-focusing-on-what-did-not.html' title=''/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-8997759895879328295</id><published>2011-09-07T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T21:58:16.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ran my first 16-miler over the weekend. 'Twas good. Couple days later, I ran a 4+ miler hella hard.

I went through a bad lull in running over the summer/beginning of the school year. I kept putting off running because I thought I was too tired to do it. Then, when I did go running, I had all the mental blocks of a first time runner. I let it get to me. I almost stopped running altogether </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/8997759895879328295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=8997759895879328295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/8997759895879328295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/8997759895879328295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/09/ran-my-first-16-miler-over-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-3169380332466283813</id><published>2011-09-07T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T12:02:09.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4:30</title><summary type='text'>Trying not to get angry/upset because 1) It's not productive/effective and 2) I'm wasting time. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.

4 more periods to go + after school tutoring.

No matter how these next several hours go, 4:30pm will come eventually. And then I'll have a quiet room to prep in until about 6:00. And then I will go running. And then I will eat leftover dinner. And then </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/3169380332466283813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=3169380332466283813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/3169380332466283813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/3169380332466283813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/09/430.html' title='4:30'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-7129335473963606131</id><published>2011-09-07T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T07:35:37.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Things</title><summary type='text'>Things I'm trying to remind myself:


It was a short week last week due to being out sick. It is a short week this week due to the long weekend. It will be a short week next week due to PD.



That being said, I can't let how stressful yesterday was disillusion me into thinking that I'm not fit to be here. Yesterday was only a matter of 1) the students being out of sync with the routine we had </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/7129335473963606131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=7129335473963606131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/7129335473963606131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/7129335473963606131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/09/just-things.html' title='Just Things'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-8358689211518438317</id><published>2011-09-01T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T13:55:05.310-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>Summer Reading List of 2011</title><summary type='text'>

Girl in Translation
Admittedly, I think this book was written for middle school students, but I found the content of the book to be very valuable, especially as a teacher of young urban folks. I related to the main character to some extent because she is a young, Asian immigrant girl who comes to the States as an elementary school student. It is similar to Fifth Chinese Daughter in this sense, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/8358689211518438317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=8358689211518438317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/8358689211518438317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/8358689211518438317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/09/summer-reading-list-of-2011.html' title='Summer Reading List of 2011'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KkGzi5H5QiI/Tl_h-9SXS5I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/li8OenQR9Dc/s72-c/Brainiac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-1991899535329119206</id><published>2011-09-01T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T14:14:43.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Straightening Some Things Out</title><summary type='text'>
Home Again.

It's Thursday and I'm at home sick once again. What have I done to myself?! Maybe I should have stayed home at the first sign of being sick so that I could get better right away instead of having to stay home 1.5 days in a row. Oh well. What's done is done.

See, I'm getting wiser already. Staying home when I need to stay home and accepting the fact. Yippidee.

I need to be more </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/1991899535329119206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=1991899535329119206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/1991899535329119206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/1991899535329119206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/09/straightening-some-things-out.html' title='Straightening Some Things Out'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-2314289831952233868</id><published>2011-08-31T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T13:30:39.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfection-itis</title><summary type='text'>I try not to think or talk about this too much because I feel oh-so-misunderstood when I bring it up, but I have a wild case of perfectionism that I have dealt with for quite some time. I'm sure I've blogged about it indirectly and directly because it's a burden that I drag about like a covered wagon... or something else that's annoying and unavoidable.



Anyway, I know perfectionism sounds like</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/2314289831952233868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=2314289831952233868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/2314289831952233868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/2314289831952233868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/08/perfection-itis.html' title='Perfection-itis'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-7086591617130232164</id><published>2011-08-25T08:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T08:33:52.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning in the Classroom Post</title><summary type='text'>I'm so thankful for a 1st and 2nd period prep. So very thankful.

Today is one of those mornings where I feel like a fake grown-up wearing fake grown-up clothes, teaching fake lessons to real teenagers.

Lawd help me.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/7086591617130232164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=7086591617130232164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/7086591617130232164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/7086591617130232164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/08/morning-in-classroom-post.html' title='Morning in the Classroom Post'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-1623744848836015193</id><published>2011-08-24T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T14:06:21.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Evening in the Classroom Post</title><summary type='text'>Something about writing "reflections" is a little intimidating to me, so I'll write here instead.

Yesterday was "one of those days", as they say... where kids were being disruptive, disrespectful, etc. etc... and I'm standing there sometimes shell-shocked, sometimes defeated, sometimes borderline yelling.

It's so hard to reflect after days like those.

My resident principal called me at 9pm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/1623744848836015193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=1623744848836015193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/1623744848836015193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/1623744848836015193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/08/evening-in-classroom-post.html' title='Evening in the Classroom Post'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-4102860379263478304</id><published>2011-08-23T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T21:26:10.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growth Mindset</title><summary type='text'>"Growth Mindset": this is a term that has been said from one principal to a teacher and from a teacher to a 6th grade student. It's not until that term was used by the 6th grade to student to me, a teacher, that the meaning started to sink in to me, though.

"Don't beat yourself up.": funny how the simplest pieces of advice/cliches from the teachers I respect so much can have such a deep impact </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/4102860379263478304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=4102860379263478304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/4102860379263478304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/4102860379263478304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/08/growth-mindset.html' title='Growth Mindset'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-9184521297574358427</id><published>2011-08-23T19:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T19:15:30.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard times</title><summary type='text'>It's funny trying to learn how to teach while still learning how to be a grown-up. Not to mention still learning about myself, how I respond to difficult situations, and how to improve how I respond to difficult situations.

Munch munch munch.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/9184521297574358427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=9184521297574358427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/9184521297574358427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/9184521297574358427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/08/hard-times.html' title='Hard times'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-1117168545651393157</id><published>2011-08-22T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T19:38:50.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quickie Post</title><summary type='text'>Need to remind myself to never be afraid to fail. There's no shame in failing and much respect for trying.

Also need to remind myself that 30 minutes of running is worth the 30 minutes.

And finally... do not put off the things I need and love like running, yoga, seeing friends, blogging, and even going to church for the sake of trying to make my work life perfect. Because my work life will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/1117168545651393157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=1117168545651393157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/1117168545651393157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/1117168545651393157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/08/quickie-post.html' title='Quickie Post'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-7417762207425039767</id><published>2011-08-18T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T22:06:44.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I want to start blogging again, but I want to change my blog to "protected".

Please message/email/whatever me your email address if you subscribe to my blog and would like to be added my Permissions list.

THANKS, YO.

-april</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/7417762207425039767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=7417762207425039767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/7417762207425039767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/7417762207425039767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-want-to-start-blogging-again-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-6494537604114104644</id><published>2011-08-13T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T09:45:50.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relaxing Goals</title><summary type='text'>My "relaxing" goals for the quarter:

1. Go out at least one week night per week
2. Spend a full half of a weekend not doing/thinking about work

...and most importantly: not feel bad for taking breaks!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/6494537604114104644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=6494537604114104644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/6494537604114104644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/6494537604114104644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/08/relaxing-goals.html' title='Relaxing Goals'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-4127719986026017508</id><published>2011-08-04T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T07:24:31.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Input, Output</title><summary type='text'>Spending a lot of time playing catch up and trying to wrap my head around everything. I guess that comes from being an "Input" and "Strategy" person (not to mention recovering perfectionist). I need to get a move on and start producing something ...even if only a rough draft so that my leads can have something to work with... not to mention my students. Gotta remember: at some point, I just need </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/4127719986026017508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=4127719986026017508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/4127719986026017508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/4127719986026017508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/08/input-output.html' title='Input, Output'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-2834896840339590939</id><published>2011-07-01T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T10:29:27.314-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teaching'/><title type='text'>Here I come, World.</title><summary type='text'>Talk about building a strong foundation.
Talk about building from the ground up.
Talk about new beginnings.
Talk about big things.
Talk about development.
Talk about constructivism (...lol.).

My new school:


</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/2834896840339590939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=2834896840339590939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/2834896840339590939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/2834896840339590939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/07/here-i-come-world.html' title='Here I come, World.'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZdbEAAnkm0M/Tg4Dfb6rrKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/5fCn0_sOVn4/s72-c/Footings+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-5124284254343132745</id><published>2011-06-27T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T21:07:17.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seek to Understand</title><summary type='text'>I'm working on understanding that there are some things that I will never understand.

I will never understand these things because I am not equipped to/because I am not meant to/because I got my own thang goin' on/because it's nunna my biznass/because blind faith is the opposite of understanding and blind faith is kinda nice once in a while.

Blind faith may not make me smarter, but it makes me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/5124284254343132745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=5124284254343132745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/5124284254343132745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/5124284254343132745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/06/seek-to-understand.html' title='Seek to Understand'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-4386321072823723883</id><published>2011-06-26T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T22:54:23.928-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Busy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='E-mail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Efficiency'/><title type='text'>Procrastinemail</title><summary type='text'>This summer --

I vow to spend at least 30 minutes attending to emails each day. If I finish attending to emails in less than 30 minutes, then I will be free to go. If it takes slightly longer than 30 minutes to finish answering emails and I get tired, then I will allow myself a break.

However, at least 30 minutes a day.

Sunday email catch-up is just getting too ridic. Truth.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/4386321072823723883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=4386321072823723883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/4386321072823723883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/4386321072823723883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/06/procrastinemail.html' title='Procrastinemail'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-3775279213026109081</id><published>2011-06-26T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T02:44:52.046-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Where the heart goes, the will follows.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/3775279213026109081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=3775279213026109081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/3775279213026109081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/3775279213026109081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/06/where-heart-goes-will-follows.html' title=''/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-407400230362448553</id><published>2011-06-15T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T11:16:06.991-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>The Trying Skin I'm In</title><summary type='text'>I'm finding it difficult to concentrate. In a good way. A great way.

First I said good-bye. Now I'm saying hello. And thank you for helping me try on a different skin. I'm even going to keep some of these new traits.

The togetherness helped me figure out who I am not. The togetherness also blinded me from what I thought I hated about myself; I buried away these things because it seemed like the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/407400230362448553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=407400230362448553' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/407400230362448553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/407400230362448553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/06/trying-skin-im-in.html' title='The Trying Skin I&apos;m In'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-2530373170847395435</id><published>2011-06-14T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T10:55:35.491-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>To Err is Human</title><summary type='text'>I suppose that if everyone makes mistakes, it's how you vindicate or humble yourself afterwards that is the true test of character.

And friendship.

---</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/2530373170847395435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=2530373170847395435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/2530373170847395435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/2530373170847395435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-suppose-that-if-everyone-makes.html' title='To Err is Human'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-9041009421581443554</id><published>2011-06-13T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T14:03:56.371-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happiness'/><title type='text'>Present April</title><summary type='text'>I really shouldn't be writing this post.

Especially not so early in the game.

Not that this is a game.

Because I'm done with games.

Funny how I thought there was no game to be played -- here.

And so I shouldn't be doing this -- writing this post.

But that is one of the themes of this. All of this. "This". Whatever "this" is: Do it. Do it now.

I'm doing this -- writing this post -- because </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/9041009421581443554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=9041009421581443554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/9041009421581443554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/9041009421581443554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/06/present-april.html' title='Present April'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-1281457684822846431</id><published>2011-06-07T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T11:11:33.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Know Thyself/Intimate Relationships</title><summary type='text'>"Without a Thou, there is no I evolving, without an It, there is no figure, no heat, but only an affair of mirrors confronting each other" -David Hawkins, 1967In my quest for inspiration, I find that is necessary to take pause and self-reflect. I spend so much time looking to others... Perhaps I'll also find inspiration in my own traits?

I think it's time for me to blog about myself.

Ways that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/1281457684822846431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=1281457684822846431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/1281457684822846431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/1281457684822846431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/06/know-thyselfintimate-relationships.html' title='Know Thyself/Intimate Relationships'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-8684041085467910447</id><published>2011-05-28T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T10:13:00.008-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Working Hard'/><title type='text'>5-Year Plan</title><summary type='text'>2011-2013: Teach 8th grade science in (preferably) Oakland or (if that doesn't work out) West Contra Costa or (maybe even) San Francisco. Get BTSA stuff outta the way. Knock down 2 years out of my 4-year commitment for the TEACH grant. Maybe even get an APLE grant. (*crossing fingers*). Complete my Master's at Mills. Visit the Philippines and surrounding countries
2013-2015: Teach and live in NYC</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/8684041085467910447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=8684041085467910447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/8684041085467910447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/8684041085467910447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/05/5-year-plan.html' title='5-Year Plan'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-1153785590649483122</id><published>2011-05-17T09:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T09:23:04.712-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Run'/><title type='text'>I take it back.</title><summary type='text'>Part of my lifelong pursuit for positivity means that I must 1) recognize moments that I'm being ungrateful or forgetful of the gems I find in the rubble and 2) hold on to those gems and forget about the rubble.

I couldn't a find less cheesy word than 'gem', sorry. Hah.
My earlier mentioned runs were not completely boring. It's just that... in the beginning, everything was new, exciting, fresh; </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/1153785590649483122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=1153785590649483122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/1153785590649483122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/1153785590649483122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-take-it-back.html' title='I take it back.'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-6093017228835657299</id><published>2011-05-17T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T00:14:41.696-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Run'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Metaphor'/><title type='text'>Mileage</title><summary type='text'>6mi6mi5mi5mi6mi___total for the week: 28miI have to admit, this past week's runs have been kinda boring. And difficult to push though. I feel like I've helped folks get out of their house and run when they didn't feel like running... which is cool... but. Meh. Eh. I think I've been carrying too much weight on my shoulders. I'm feeling sluggish. I need some kind of rewarding run to get me going </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/6093017228835657299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=6093017228835657299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/6093017228835657299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/6093017228835657299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/05/mileage.html' title='Mileage'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-5076822546134210685</id><published>2011-05-09T09:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T10:05:13.193-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jitters'/><title type='text'>Shaking Off the Interview Jitters</title><summary type='text'>Today,I will exude pride in myself and in my work,I will act passionately in hopes that others share in mineI will welcome new friendships and alliancesI will speak with humilityI will critique of my own practice and embrace collegial inputI will model in my interview the way that I teach: relaxed; confident and with a sense of both authority and humor; quick to assess, adapt, and respond.= = =</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/5076822546134210685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=5076822546134210685' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/5076822546134210685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/5076822546134210685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/05/interview-prep.html' title='Shaking Off the Interview Jitters'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sDiVNR7KqFA/TcgdPyqBKjI/AAAAAAAAAU0/KDKDAd50ybM/s72-c/UPA%2Blogo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-2076844875967396865</id><published>2011-05-06T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T09:40:07.290-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teaching'/><title type='text'>Vent.</title><summary type='text'>S: "Miss April... are you mad?"I nodded. I probably shouldn't have nodded, even though I was feeling pretty frustrated. Semi-frustrated at kids in the class, I guess, but mostly frustrated at myself. Which is why I probably shouldn't have nodded -- it wasn't their fault. Not completely, anyway.Ugh. Teach another day.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/2076844875967396865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=2076844875967396865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/2076844875967396865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/2076844875967396865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/05/vent.html' title='Vent.'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-1605244902573852134</id><published>2011-05-05T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T12:34:40.839-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Working Hard'/><title type='text'>Caffeine, Productivity, and Spontaneity</title><summary type='text'>I don't know what the high of just-the-right-amount-of-caffeinated feels like for you, but I can tell you that for me, it feels like wanting to crank through a week's worth of To Do's in an hour... and then celebrating my productivity by spontaneously getting another piercing or a tattoo.In other words: it feels so good.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/1605244902573852134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=1605244902573852134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/1605244902573852134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/1605244902573852134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/05/caffeine-productivity-and-spontaneity.html' title='Caffeine, Productivity, and Spontaneity'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-9122940177378384670</id><published>2011-05-04T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T09:25:59.996-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Run'/><title type='text'>Mt. Diablo State Park</title><summary type='text'>

Oh, gross. Just re-read my last post. Am I always that self-righteous, or is it just a once-a-week thing?


Don't answer that.

I just wanted to write up a quickie to log ~13 more mi. to my beloved running shoes. These miles took place over the course of the past week. Unfortunately, 10 of those are from hiking, not running. I say unfortunately because running shoes are so not for hiking. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/9122940177378384670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=9122940177378384670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/9122940177378384670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/9122940177378384670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/05/mt-diablo-state-park.html' title='Mt. Diablo State Park'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LfbiL53S1fM/TcF7iqrvivI/AAAAAAAAAUs/yVzFVSRKhRY/s72-c/DSC01084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-185630623527463507</id><published>2011-04-29T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T11:18:29.330-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing'/><title type='text'>Writing for Good</title><summary type='text'>You know that "trick" where you cover a quarter with a piece of paper and use your pencil to shade over the paper until you have an engraving of the quarter? You start with a blank piece of paper and before you know it, a quarter reveals itself to you in a thicket of smeared graphite.

That's what writing (especially blogging) feels like for me. I say that I like to write/blog, but it feels more </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/185630623527463507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=185630623527463507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/185630623527463507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/185630623527463507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/04/writing-for-good.html' title='Writing for Good'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-3928740091508922801</id><published>2011-04-27T22:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T01:36:24.927-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Being OK with Silence/ Silence of the Sheep</title><summary type='text'>I wonder if whoever suggested that self betterment includes learning to be at peace with silence was referring to not only silence between people and friends, but within yourself as well.This thought occurred to me as I laid in my bed last night, reviewing the happenings of my day, weighing pros and cons of upcoming life decisions (some menial, others life-altering), and pretending to have a deep</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/3928740091508922801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=3928740091508922801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/3928740091508922801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/3928740091508922801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/04/being-ok-with-silence-silence-of-sheep.html' title='Being OK with Silence/ Silence of the Sheep'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-2301883020075378563</id><published>2011-04-26T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T23:12:48.535-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just for Fun'/><title type='text'>The Perks of Being a 22-Year-Old</title><summary type='text'>I thought I became an adult when I turned the legal age of 18. Then, I thought I became an adult when I turned the wise, non-teenage age of 20. One year later, I was told that I am only now finally an adult for being admitted into bars. Now, I am 22.Now, at the age of 22, I receive teasing remarks from others about my young age on the daily. Somehow, conversations make their way to my being 22. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/2301883020075378563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=2301883020075378563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/2301883020075378563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/2301883020075378563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/04/perks-of-being-22-year-old.html' title='The Perks of Being a 22-Year-Old'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-712480111858884441</id><published>2011-04-25T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T14:07:42.969-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Run'/><title type='text'>Water, Water, Everywhere</title><summary type='text'>4/23: 10.1 mi (1 hr 40 min)
Took a swig of it at A
Stepped up my game at B to get myself closer to it sooner
I followed it from C-E
Surrounded myself by it at D--here, the sound of it reminded me of long, hot showers, the kind of showers where I have to feign periodic "taking a shower" noises, like setting down a heavy bottle of shampoo, so that my roommates won't think I fell asleep or died in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/712480111858884441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=712480111858884441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/712480111858884441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/712480111858884441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/04/water-water-everywhere.html' title='Water, Water, Everywhere'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0jx_DBkho1E/TbWPItSVxMI/AAAAAAAAATg/_gK8pTn28As/s72-c/Run%2B4-23-11.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-8251210319016290669</id><published>2011-04-25T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T07:58:46.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paring Down</title><summary type='text'>what do you do with a life that was made for two?rearrange furniture to fill voids,move in the bedroom floor space,fill the open calendar,rest in the spacious bed,know that you'll do something, know that you'll grow into this life,that doesn't seem to fit at the moment.you'll become bigger,and stronger,you'll live for one:you.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/8251210319016290669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=8251210319016290669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/8251210319016290669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/8251210319016290669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/04/paring-down.html' title='Paring Down'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-4392147588981391880</id><published>2011-04-24T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T00:19:42.716-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Easter</title><summary type='text'>SunshineSpringCelebrationFaith in GodJoyBlessingsLoveBittersweet endingsNew beginnings</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/4392147588981391880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=4392147588981391880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/4392147588981391880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/4392147588981391880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TwyphAuJG7o/TbUe_To-d-I/AAAAAAAAATY/PKcOPfuN6-w/s72-c/IMG_0861.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-4563330308488575146</id><published>2011-04-22T18:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T11:25:42.062-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teaching'/><title type='text'>Love Meets Praise</title><summary type='text'>
Some days, a student will say or do something that serves as a reminder to me that they are just kids -- antsy, energetic, social-minded, kids. Other days, a student will say something so profound, wise, and thought-provoking that I can't help but feel a spike of defensiveness when a non-educator friend makes such a heedless remark as "how does it feel to work with a bunch of hormonal kids who </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/4563330308488575146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=4563330308488575146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/4563330308488575146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/4563330308488575146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/04/love-meets-praise.html' title='Love Meets Praise'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B7fsBBmBRUQ/TbJZUyZ0oWI/AAAAAAAAATI/rxS4Yqh03Js/s72-c/chemistry-mind-map-jane-genovese.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-3718567440112505631</id><published>2011-04-22T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T12:09:08.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Touch Sensitive</title><summary type='text'>"You're smart.You know about people and you like to think about how people connect with each other.You know what's right.You like to create things.You love your family.You love me     and I love you." -L---</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/3718567440112505631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=3718567440112505631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/3718567440112505631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/3718567440112505631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/04/touch-sensitive.html' title='Touch Sensitive'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-6541602872660589676</id><published>2011-04-21T01:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T22:41:36.612-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Run'/><title type='text'>Run Lake Merritt</title><summary type='text'>4/18/11: 7 mi.I thought I'd post this route because it's a nice 7-miler. Relatively flat with one gradual hill (up Linda) and a peaceful lap around the lake to balance out the traffic noise-filled other half of this route. It's also easy to remember because you stick to main roads.4/20/11: 6.4 mi.(2 laps around Lake Merritt)Don't let anyone lie to you --the lake is not 3.5 mi., it's only 3.2.= = </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/6541602872660589676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=6541602872660589676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/6541602872660589676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/6541602872660589676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/04/run-4-18-11.html' title='Run Lake Merritt'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TBL_VPsswbo/Ta_p4nQy42I/AAAAAAAAAS4/e6x9H9j0RUk/s72-c/Run%2B4-18-11.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-23841954063801241</id><published>2011-04-20T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T11:58:37.266-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tips'/><title type='text'>Teacher Job Interviews: My Thoughts</title><summary type='text'>Given that it is interview season for teachers, I find it necessary for my own improvement to reflect upon my most recent interview experience in order to ensure that I continue to have educational, if not positive, interview experiences in the near future.1. Be in touch with your teaching philosophy.Prior to your interview, reflect on why you are entering the teaching profession. Show your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/23841954063801241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=23841954063801241' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/23841954063801241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/23841954063801241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/04/teacher-job-interviews-my-thoughts.html' title='Teacher Job Interviews: My Thoughts'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DJ9kPP_6OAE/Ta_htzXRpKI/AAAAAAAAASw/ERlBCCpnuxM/s72-c/interview.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-6347303702346856143</id><published>2011-04-20T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T08:01:20.724-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Run'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>This is a Love Note</title><summary type='text'>Running in Oakland under the blue-black skyPounding pavement, running harder than everVenting into the wind about those which affect us most:Teaching and issues of injusticeTalking politics while huffing and puffingI pause only to look up into the rain, to feel it on my faceI vaguely consider removing more layers altogether to welcome the falling dropletsBut I'm distracted by our intense </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/6347303702346856143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=6347303702346856143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/6347303702346856143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/6347303702346856143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/04/this-is-love-note.html' title='This is a Love Note'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-flL43Dd5tFw/Ta_JqtZl98I/AAAAAAAAASo/0AgmD-n9-xI/s72-c/lake%2Bmerrit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-973622296405961700</id><published>2011-04-16T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T11:33:56.044-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Run'/><title type='text'>Running in a Force Field</title><summary type='text'>4/15/11: 6.3 mi

Until today, I haven't run since Sunday. That's the longest stretch that I've gone without running since I started training. I've been less motivated to run without an end goal in mind (i.e., no running events in the near future). Gotta get back into that rhythm.
Nevertheless, the break got me hurtin' for this run even more -- a craving which was delectably quenched, thankfully.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/973622296405961700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=973622296405961700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/973622296405961700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/973622296405961700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/04/running-in-force-field.html' title='Running in a Force Field'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KqvTe5sxkAI/TajmLkJAiuI/AAAAAAAAAR4/dj79RsVkk-w/s72-c/Run%2B4-15-11.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-5940698491169414541</id><published>2011-04-16T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T11:42:54.939-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Run'/><title type='text'>"The Week After" ...PACT</title><summary type='text'>I have all kinds of time on my hands now that PACT is over. I'm also a happier person in general.
I hope I pass.
Anyway, I run solo now, but I've been getting hit up by folks who want to start running and need a running buddy. Least I can do is pay it forward. Plus, I love the company! It gives me an excuse to talk to (or listen to) someone for an hour-ish straight. 
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I told </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/5940698491169414541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=5940698491169414541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/5940698491169414541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/5940698491169414541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/04/week-after-pact.html' title='&quot;The Week After&quot; ...PACT'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HylXOorfehE/TZ-EIjMcBbI/AAAAAAAAARo/P5NnR7LKT_4/s72-c/Run%2B4-7-11.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-6030194370725550985</id><published>2011-04-13T00:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T11:44:43.395-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Working Hard'/><title type='text'>Serenity Prayer</title><summary type='text'>

Serenity prayer in a smaller nutshell: Accept this, change that, then get over it and move on with life.
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A fine line separates blaming others when things go wrong from doing your best in a given situation and accepting that which is outside of your control.

I have not yet found that line, but I anticipate that it is, indeed, quite fine.
It's also difficult to accept that you are doing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/6030194370725550985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=6030194370725550985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/6030194370725550985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/6030194370725550985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/04/serenity-prayer.html' title='Serenity Prayer'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EunusKIkl70/TaVU1I-faNI/AAAAAAAAARw/ZjpO91GAwJA/s72-c/2009-08-07-blame_toon_andGrantCardone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-1035404224713685400</id><published>2011-04-09T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T18:11:37.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paper Clip Extraordinaire</title><summary type='text'>In America, you are regarded as a genius/prodigy/Renaissance man (not even woman) if you are knowledgeable and/or skilled in the following arenas: Jeopardy! and all other academic trivia gamesworld wars and battlesclassical piano and chessmanifestos and books written in Old English, Latin, Ancient Chinese, Ancient Japanese...the French languagegolf, tennis, and baseballReally, such a list should </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/1035404224713685400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=1035404224713685400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/1035404224713685400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/1035404224713685400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/04/paper-clip-extraordinaire.html' title='Paper Clip Extraordinaire'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-8128244470193551044</id><published>2011-04-07T11:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T11:52:39.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Job Hunt</title><summary type='text'>I've been contacted by a couple teachers and principals whom I've worked with in the past with job offers "effective immediately". Not to toot my own horn, but uh...I didn't know all of this at the time, but I'm glad that Past April made a point of getting to know many people in many different job positions and fields and keeping in contact with them. I'm glad that Past April tried jobs that she </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/8128244470193551044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=8128244470193551044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/8128244470193551044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/8128244470193551044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/04/job-hunt.html' title='Job Hunt'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F5wf12Rfs6c/TZ4G9fuXdBI/AAAAAAAAARg/QNvm5fUO2Ro/s72-c/horn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-5221180239638130561</id><published>2011-04-06T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T01:33:21.879-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Run'/><title type='text'>Cedar Run</title><summary type='text'>4/5/11: 4 mi.My body hates me.I thought I'd do a hill today. Today's 'uphill' was about the right amount of difficulty, so I'm happy about that (up Hearst a bit and then up Le Conte). I wandered around North Berkeley for a bit, not really knowing where to go or what to do next. I thought I'd head back down Cedar.Bad idea.Always, always run up Cedar. Never down. Always up.Cedar turned out to be a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/5221180239638130561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=5221180239638130561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/5221180239638130561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/5221180239638130561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/04/cedar-run.html' title='Cedar Run'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o9KQt-SX1NE/TZwjZU1dTxI/AAAAAAAAARQ/hZl8Y0-EsDo/s72-c/Run%2B4-5-11.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-1534571850795482299</id><published>2011-04-05T01:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T22:53:02.866-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Run'/><title type='text'>Run Journal</title><summary type='text'>Oakland Running Festival 3/27/11: 13.1 miI promise to blog about this experience one day. Soon.3/29/11: 4 mi. Beautiful afternoon!3/30/11: 5 miA few thoughts:I did not come to school today because I had to work on my PACT. I did, however, go for a morning run at about the time that students of my school were travelling from wherever they live to school. Awk. I decided to veer North as fast as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/1534571850795482299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=1534571850795482299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/1534571850795482299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/1534571850795482299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/04/run-journal.html' title='Run Journal'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Odb9MuwY0ls/TZrOfe3f-NI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/gZEuLlATdPQ/s72-c/Run%2B3-27-11.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-1945806758957193141</id><published>2011-04-05T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T00:27:15.790-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Working Hard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just for Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happiness'/><title type='text'>Let's get bizzayy</title><summary type='text'>It's SPRING BREAK.I ought to be up to no good.The worst thing that I did today was sleep for 11 hours which led to my morning coffee and noon coffee to be back to back.And then I stayed in bed for hours and hours and hours and READ.I am quite ready to stir up some trouble.WHO'S WITH ME??</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/1945806758957193141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=1945806758957193141' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/1945806758957193141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/1945806758957193141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-spring-break.html' title='Let&apos;s get bizzayy'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H1tNMsvDBJI/TZrD1nyawaI/AAAAAAAAAQY/C8BzA1T2-nM/s72-c/funny-pictures-spring-break-crocodile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-282934639727090822</id><published>2011-04-02T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T14:46:35.927-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>Spring 2011 Book Report</title><summary type='text'>
 

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The Box Man by Kobo Abe
...is a very strange book. I finished this book months ago, but I am still trying to process what happened. Something about men who decide to become box men -- men who live on the streets with large boxes pulled over their heads with eyeholes cut out. They live in isolation on the fringe of society. They are spectators. Just when you think you're starting to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/282934639727090822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=282934639727090822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/282934639727090822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/282934639727090822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/04/book-report-quickie-box-man-as-nature.html' title='Spring 2011 Book Report'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zpN-l3h_Jys/TZdccCEr8-I/AAAAAAAAAQI/6MI1L_KzpqI/s72-c/DSC00952.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-1923292909579853305</id><published>2011-03-29T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T22:58:48.247-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>Tough Stuff</title><summary type='text'>You know when i write a blog post like this that it was a tough day..---ways i've improved/changed-I haven't cried after class in.. well, at least a month.-I'm LESS afraid of meetings with parents and RSPs-"there is no 'should be', only what 'is'"-I (try to) focus on the help that others are giving me rather than the help that I think I am not getting-there is no perfect teacher, only teachers </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/1923292909579853305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=1923292909579853305' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/1923292909579853305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/1923292909579853305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/03/tough-stuff.html' title='Tough Stuff'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-85mUD8ZHyrw/TbJqaihktAI/AAAAAAAAATQ/l9cnIDBIcWM/s72-c/stress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-6576418698210548440</id><published>2011-03-28T22:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T23:00:02.338-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing'/><title type='text'>I write because...</title><summary type='text'>"I love her, but... when we talk, she makes me think too much. It kinda makes my head hurt."--Quote about me, as said by a good friend, which was not intended for my earsVerbiageI write because...folks think I'm too serious as it is,because I always rehearse stories in my head before telling 'em,and I'm over sensitive if you don't listen a certain way,and neither of us seem to have the time of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/6576418698210548440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=6576418698210548440' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/6576418698210548440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/6576418698210548440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-write-because.html' title='I write because...'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-6521332524242880693</id><published>2011-03-28T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T10:55:34.937-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mills College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anna Richert'/><title type='text'>Revised</title><summary type='text'>5 Abstract Steps to Teaching (or: 5 Concrete Steps to Living)- - -Step 1. Reflect. Know your values. Trust yourself. Step 2. Plan. Make careful decisions; have trust in your decisions.Step 2.Act. Have the courage to act upon your decisions.Step 4.Commit. Learn from your actions and how it influences others.Step 5. Revise. Have the courage to act upon what you learn.- - -Repeat as necessary.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/6521332524242880693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=6521332524242880693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/6521332524242880693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/6521332524242880693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/03/professipersonal-development.html' title='Revised'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-1724288229736618931</id><published>2011-03-22T19:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T12:15:33.779-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><title type='text'>Strangers in my Dream</title><summary type='text'>I had quite an intense dream a few days ago.I'm talkin' being able to physically feel objects in my dream, feeling flooded with emotions -- guilt, happiness, ecstasy, confusion -- story lines, allusions to "real life"/"waking life" (whatever you wanna call it), allusions to other dreams...And you know, they say that we don't dream about strangers, but there were definitely strangers in my dream. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/1724288229736618931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=1724288229736618931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/1724288229736618931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/1724288229736618931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/03/strangers-in-my-dream.html' title='Strangers in my Dream'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-3044910116576310486</id><published>2011-03-21T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T17:01:07.683-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Run'/><title type='text'>Less than Superhuman</title><summary type='text'>The following post was written on Jan 23, 2011. I was too embarrassed  to publish it at the time, but I'm so excited for this weekend that I don't mind posting this anymore. Without much further ado, here it is: my insecurities and naïvete.= = =Lately, I've caught myself inviting friends to run with me and telling friends about the upcoming running festival. Sadly, It's starting to get on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/3044910116576310486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=3044910116576310486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/3044910116576310486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/3044910116576310486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/01/less-than-superhuman.html' title='Less than Superhuman'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-655772300456514023</id><published>2011-03-14T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T23:01:20.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stealing from Friends</title><summary type='text'>When I was a child, I overheard my parents lamenting to each other about how sadly impressionable I was. Apparently, they saw me as one who follows the actions of others, succumbs easily to peer pressures, and basically is a naive copy cat. So sad.Sad that they thought this of me and sad that I overheard this conversation. Maybe it was all even true. I don't know.When I look at my friends today, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/655772300456514023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=655772300456514023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/655772300456514023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/655772300456514023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/03/when-i-was-child-i-overheard-my-parents.html' title='Stealing from Friends'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-6011305906874088187</id><published>2011-03-14T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T23:02:20.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Upbeat, upbeat, upbeat...</title><summary type='text'>Growing up, I would frequently be confused by a certain person who shall remain anonymous for the following reason:Anonymous would ask me to do a Thing -- it doesn't matter what this Thing is/was -- which, OK, I would not do the Thing Right Then and There because my priorities lay elsewhere. "I'll do it Later," I'd say, "I just have this Other Thing that I need to do..."Some moment between Right </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/6011305906874088187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=6011305906874088187' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/6011305906874088187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/6011305906874088187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/03/upbeat-upbeat-upbeat.html' title='Upbeat, upbeat, upbeat...'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-4390048946729833734</id><published>2011-03-13T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T23:14:36.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Second Good-bye</title><summary type='text'>You say good bye, jump in your car, and drive off to college for the first time. You glance in your rear view mirror -- your childhood friends followed you outside of the house and are now waving good-bye from the driveway.You pass through security for what feels like the millionth time, glance down at your boarding ticket and up at the gate number signs, and gather your belongings. You do a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/4390048946729833734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=4390048946729833734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/4390048946729833734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/4390048946729833734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/03/second-good-bye.html' title='The Second Good-bye'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-7547721869215645756</id><published>2011-03-12T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T17:01:33.322-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Run'/><title type='text'>Run run</title><summary type='text'>12.6 miles today. Hayyyyyy.Half-marathon ready!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/feeds/7547721869215645756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128180018348870451&amp;postID=7547721869215645756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/7547721869215645756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128180018348870451/posts/default/7547721869215645756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprisabeles.blogspot.com/2011/03/run-run.html' title='Run run'/><author><name>abril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05070087824790299460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KF7DTixrAVw/TXw7UJtmFII/AAAAAAAAAPs/B6VFlkOsPr8/s72-c/Run%2B3-12-11.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128180018348870451.post-7883778174924433342</id><published>2011-03-08T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T23:03:22.127-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Running Tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Run'/><title type='text'>Run Post</title><summary type='text'>I've been lagging on keeping track of my progress. Personal Records.My longest run to date was a 10-miler last Saturday. It felt fine despite the fact that I was running on 5 hours of sleep and did not have time to drink my morning coffee.My longest solo run was 5 miles. To be honest, 5 miles doesn't feel very different from 4 miles. 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Focusing on the moment. 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