The line between venting and gossip Is too fine for my rage-blinded eyes to perceive. The dam which stems the bitter flood Of careless words is cracking.
Even in my "desert" of a summer, there has been scatterings of refreshment. It seems that the Lord handpicked an assortment of customers, as unbelievable as characters straight out of a Dickens novel, to hammer home truths through humor.
You don't know if you like something before you try it. Why is it then, that prospective teachers commit to months of training before stepping foot into a classroom? With no pay, mounting student bills, and a tsunami of insecurity due to inexperience, no wonder so many student teachers quickly change their major! It's quite disheartening. Especially to a new highschool senior faced with the daily questions, "So you want to be a teacher? Are you sure? Are you good at teaching? Do you like it? You know teachers don't make any money, right?" My teaching career was nearly finished before it started. But then the phone call came.
"When it comes to the treatment of heavenly treasures, we ought to make children our models"
"Eat thou magnesium this very day!"
"Regret is the precursor to redemption."
I am not merely a prospective. I breathe in the present!
"Here’s to unexpected encounters with kindred spirits."
“Students may complain about learning what they call 'boring' and 'useless' information, which is in reality a butterfly still in its cocoon. Not long ago, I was guilty of that instant-gratification approach to learning, but I have grown to haunt unfamiliar fields of knowledge, realizing that these are often where rarest treasure is found.”
Learning my limits sooner, it seems, was better.