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  1. This Sunday, Feb. 3rd at 8:30pm, I’ll be performing in a FREE comedy show at the Jazz on the Park Hostel.  You can BYOB.  36 West 106 Street near Central Park West.  Some people have told me, “Love you but it’s the Super Bowl.” 


    I’m not part of that tradition.  So if you, like me, would prefer to laugh 
    than to scream at the screen, get yourself a bottle of wine or whatever you like and come on over.  We’ll be having a heat wave to celebrate.


    On Wed., March 6th at 7pm, I’ll be in round one of

    New York’s Got Talent 

    The Green Room 42 inside Yotel 
    42nd Street and 10th Avenue 

    Here’s the link to get your ticket:






    If something doesn’t change for me soon in the financial realm, I may have to hold some kind of a fundraiser for my existence.  I’ve gotten further into debt.  This sucks so bad.  Don’t be surprised to get an invite to a rent party (remember those?).


    A former student told me yesterday that I had been the first teacher to 
    make him feel at home.  I was so moved.  He’s not a mushy kind of man, so it really surprised me to hear that.  When I told him, he said, “You never know what someone is thinking.”  Many are still upset that the new director (described as a “force of destruction” by an excellent worker who was let go) got rid of the ones she chose to get rid of (the ones the students loved) when the funding cut occurred.  He plans to let them know how he feels.  I told him, “Just don’t curse.”


    Another student, who is still attending the program and had been one of 
    my favorites, communicates with me on Facebook private messages.  He just needs five more points to get his diploma, so he’s trying to hang in there.  He is very blunt, which is a quality I appreciate.  We reminisced and laughed about some great moments we had in class.  Then he told me what a bitch his current math teacher is and how he respected me so much for standing up for students.  I told him that was probably why I’m not there and the bitches are.  


    (A few good ones are still there too, thank goodness.) 


    I miss the realness of the relationships I had with my adult students.  One basic thing that is so wrong with many educational programs is the teachers see the students as “them.”  Students need people they can connect with, feel accepted by, and can see themselves in.  They don’t need to have their flaws emphasized.  Psych 101 – positive reinforcement brings better results than negative reinforcement.  The main thing is to know oneself.  If a teacher knows her/his self, there is less projecting their bullshit on others.  But so many would rather just discuss curriculum.  And because it is all about the teacher and her/his curriculum, they feel the right to start a student’s day with, “You’re LATE!”  School can really destroy one’s natural desire to learn.  Too many of my Bronx peeps feel like school isn’t for them. 





    Recently, I ran into a teacher who works there part time.  We hugged.  I always liked her.  She told me the program is not the same program it once was.  I know that’s true.  I sometimes wonder how the former directors feel about what happened to the program.  They had put so much work into making it a relatively good place to be.  I was at lunch with another former co-worker last week.  He also wondered how the past administrators felt.  I said, “After all the years of work they did to build, they must now feel like Obama.”










  2. In Turmoil at the Moment

    Saturday, September 29, 2018













    If you read my last blog entry, you know I actually had concern about taking time off from the day job to have an acting job.  Well, after 18 years (first part time, then part time with some amount of benefits, and finally full time with benefits), I was kicked to the curb.  I am glad I chose to take the time for the acting gig.


    Since I am here as a performer (acting and comedy), I don’t want to reveal my age, but losing health benefits now is quite frightening.


    The circumstances of me getting let go is deep and inevitable once I had 
    my third director.  It is book length.  It may appear as a series of columns on my years in adult education. 


    So at the moment I am unemployed.  Haven’t yet received an 
    unemployment check. 


    Once they revealed themselves as a program that would get rid of our 
    counselor who helped so many people in such significant ways, I knew I was next.  I saw what was valued and what wasn’t.  Many laughed when I said I was next.  Many thought I was simply wrong and paranoid.  But what they don’t realize is I grew up under the threat of being put in the foster care system.  My gut knows when I’m going to be tossed. 


    When it happened, staff was shocked, jaws hanging, and some speechless.


    Students are bewildered.  Some are truly heartbroken.  Several refuse to 
    return to that program.  The saddest part is some have given up on school altogether.  It must trigger their PTSD.  The people who made them feel good are gone; the ones they have a hard time with are upgraded.  So much of what goes on in the current government echoes in that program.  Deceit is a big one.  Several people told me to fight it.  I do not want to work with people who don’t want me.  The sad part is the students who, in my mind, I worked for, DO want me.  Some just don’t get it at all even after I tell them I was let go.  They respond with, “So are you coming back to teach?”  Those are the ones who needed a person like me as their teacher and a counselor like the one we had as a person to talk to.


    The Bronx community who benefited from our program lost a lot.


    I personally am in financial fear. 


    I recently played a homeless woman in a short film.  It is scarily 
    convincing.  The director was super thrilled.  I’m a bit creeped out.





    So if you were thinking about coming to Sunday’s Divorced Divas of 
    Comedy show, please do.  I need every dollar I could get.  Thank you.  



















  3. A cockroach was crawling on my papers on my computer desk.  I’ll spare all an illustration.  It seemed to be the only one, but I knew I had to make the surface less roach-friendly.  There’s no food or water on the desk, but there was way too much paper (paid bills, notes, cards, scratch-off tickets, ATM receipts, starts of poems, comedy notes, phone numbers, junk mail, etc., etc.).  So I proceeded to go through a lot of it.  I even found a dollar.  I filled two bags of torn up clutter and brought them out to the garbage.  As much as I resented the cockroach, it caused me to clean up some.  Then today, I saw the roach again.  My ex-husband used to kill the bugs.  We had agreed that was one of the things men do.

    Living with a man seems a heavy price to get rid of cockroaches.  I got a 
    tissue and called up my courage.  Got it, and threw it in the garbage.  If it comes crawling out, I’ll know I didn’t do the man thing well enough.  I should have brought it to the toilet bowl but couldn’t stand holding the tissue that many seconds.

    I wish I could say that my computer desk is all clear now.  It isn’t.  It’s improved though.




    I had a mini-vacation at a friend’s house in New Jersey.  Half of the time 
    included a 3rd friend.  Time in the pool, beside the pool, playing Scrabble, watching birds and chipmunks, doing creative writing exercises, and at a poetry reading where we participated in the open mic portion of the evening.  We also laughed ourselves out of breath when we played Mad Libs.  We 3 know each other from a Manhattan poetry workshop.  Here we are goofing around:




    Mindy, Patrick, Barbara





    Things at my job are changing.  Some of it is definitely not for the 
    better.  My future there feels like a question mark.  Only in hindsight do we know if something was a misfortune or a disguised blessing.  I’m not at hindsight yet. 



    I am super proud and a dash hopeful when someone with life, energy, 
    youth, humanity, intelligence, and integrity from my Bronx gets elected.  Additionally, she is beautiful, which is what happens when all of those qualities shines through one’s eyes, skin, and smile.  Go, girl, go!!!  







    Mark your calendars for 8/31 at 7pm if you want to catch my hilarity on 
    stage at Broadway Comedy Club in Aaron Smith’s F.U.C. show.  More details as they become available.





    Mindy Matijasevic


  4. Good Stuff in the Midst

    Tuesday, December 12, 2017




    It's been a challenging couple of weeks -- internally and externally.  However, in the midst of it all, good things go on as well.  Thank God.  

    I am newly in the role of being on a professional development committee.  The committee consists of three.  We were all coming from different places.  However, we knew how to share.  Together, we conducted a successful professional development session that teachers enjoyed (not just tolerated for the two hours of pay).  There was something for everyone (that includes reading and writing teachers, math teachers, and ESOL teachers).  Teachers left with smiles and thanking us.  I love when my students leave class that way, and I was happy that teachers left that way as well, feeling nourished in some way(s).  I felt proud of myself and the committee and how we functioned without necessarily being like-minded on every point.  In the end, we all felt pleased.  

    I took my class and myself on a guided tour of the current exhibit at the Lehman College Art Gallery.  It is free and such a treat.  




    The woman who gave the tour was very informed and passionate, so it was great.  The gallery tends to have exhibits that are really exciting.  I know most of my students have never had such an experience, so it's exciting to see their reactions.  And for myself, if it weren't for class trips, there are many places I may have not gotten to yet.  I felt that way as a parent as well.  My son and I went to many places that I may not have gotten to otherwise.  That includes Radio City Music Hall.  My son and I saw Pokemon Live.

    Anyone who might feel enticed by this, I will be part of this wonderful happening.  (Not a comedy show.)  I will read a slice of memoir.  There will be poets, prose writers, songwriters, musical segues, and good vibes all around.  This will take place at the Cornelia Street Cafe on Cornelia Street in the Village on 12/22/2017 at 6pm.  Train to West 4th Street, and you are around the corner from the place.  $10 includes a drink.  Great food if you are having dinner.  It will be the night after my birthday.  



    Produced by Kathryn Adisman; hosted by Ellen Mandel;  poster above by Su Polo.




  5. Still Hopeful, After All These Years

    Tuesday, April 12, 2016


     
     
     
     
     
    In spite of having a heavy heart, I registered for a comedy festival. 

    Announcements will be made by September 1st. I like me for moments like that where I don’t totally surrender to the unfortunate parts of my life or to depression but instead “keep hope alive.” I am as aware of my gifts as I am of my suffering.
     
    Adding to everything, the director of my main job is moving on; most of us are sad and worried.

     

    She is exceptional and rare. I even asked her if she has a friend she can recommend. It is going to be a trying time.
    No matter how long or short she was our director, she did real good, and I just hope some things stick even after she’s gone.

    The good part (I think) is she will still be involved in our program as she is promoted to head our parent organization. I just pray her new role fits her caring self. I’d hate to see the demands of the job force her to be something other than who she is (ya know how jobs can do).

    In terms of the country, there is hope on the horizon:


    The lone Bronx elected official supporting Mr. Sanders, Assemblyman Luis Sepulveda, said at the rally tonight that the Democratic machine had pressured him into endorsing the more moderate Ms. Clinton—and he had to say no, citing the devastation of the Iraq War. Bronx Councilman Ritchie Torres, who is officially neutral in the primary, also attended the rally.

    “Bernie is a man of integrity,” Mr. Sepulveda said. “Bernie is a man who’s gonna lead this revolution.”

     

    http://bronx.news12.com/news/bernie-sanders-speaks-at-bx-community-college-1.11672256

    Sen. Bernie Sanders made his second campaign stop in the Bronx Saturday.
     

     

     
     
    As he has in other states, Mr. Sanders told the crowd that a high voter turnout would be critical for him. “Bring your friends and your family,” he said. “Let us make the world know that in this great state, New York is part of the political revolution.”
    Amanda Hooper, a 26-year-old waitress who lives in Brooklyn, said she was excited to see Mr. Sanders in her borough. She said she dropped out of college because she couldn’t afford tuition after her scholarship money was reduced as part of state budget cuts in Florida.
    Now, she’s hoping Mr. Sanders can help people like her afford school and said she felt confident that Mr. Sanders could win New York’s primary.
    “This is his turf. He’s from here,” Ms. Hooper said, adding that Mrs. Clinton might have worked on efforts in the borough but didn’t have the same connection as someone who grew up in Brooklyn.
    “That’s her turf, all those buildings over there,” Ms. Hooper said, pointing to Manhattan’s maze of skyscrapers. “Brooklyn, I think, is Bernie’s.”

     


     
    http://www.nytimes.com/politics/first-draft/2016/04/10/bernie-sanders-did-not-disappoint-at-coney-island/?_r=0

    Mr. Sanders stopped to take photos with people as he walked into Nathan’s. “I love you Bernie,” a woman screamed to him. “I trust you.”

     

     

  6.  
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Did ya ever want to just call your job and say:
     
    • I can't come in today.  My ass is broken.
    OR
    • I can't come in today.  My spirit is crushed.
    OR
    • I can't come in today.  I was doing yoga, and my big toe is stuck up my ass.
    OR
    • I can't make it in today.  The weight of modern society has dragged me down.
    OR
    • I won't be in.  I'm way too orgasmic to go to work today.
    OR
    • Turrets kicking in, ya phony bastard.  So I am calling in sick, condescending bigoted asshole.  You disgust me on so many levels.  Have a good day.  Shit fuck.  See you tomorrow, God willing.