Wednesday, April 21
Friday, March 19
Wednesday, March 17
a new one - I really like it
Educated in America
America.
The country of opportunities and rights
Our forefathers
fought for this country so that we could have the opportunity for certain rights.
Education in America
Our Right and Opportunity
Did you know?
There are two types of education available in our country? Did you?
Education that is Free and Education that is Earned
I ask you -
students
families
communities
Which do you choose?
Free or Earned
Let me be very clear. Let me spell it out for you:
On one hand we have:
“FREE”
the buses pick you up / the school is open / the school is heated / meals are available / schedules are created to ensure your success / papers, books and pens are there /
teachers show up / lectures happen / assignments are given / extra help is offered /
computers are plentiful / You can read books, conduct experiments, calculate, create and synthesize.
Thinking is Requested.
All you have to do for this FREE education is to be there
nothing more is required
After all, it is Your Right
Free? Show up. Breathe. Learn my osmosis. yet Blame others for your failed success.
“It’s not my fault I failed. Education is my right and the system failed me.”
OR
on the other hand we have:
“EARNED”
the buses pick you up / the school is open / the school is heated / meals are available / schedules are created to ensure your success / papers, books and pens are there / teachers show up / lectures happen / assignments are given / extra help is offered / computers are plentiful / You can read books, conduct experiments, calculate, create and synthesize.
Thinking
HAPPENS.
It feels so good. Remember the time you pedaled without training wheels? Trepidation and uncertainty mixed with the joy of success... yeah, that good
True Education comes from
Hard Work
Active Participation
a Diligent Passion for Learning
Asking Questions
Learning to develop, offer, support and celebrate your opinions
You challenge yourself and the teachers, “I want to know more about that.”
Earning an Education just feels right.
Education in America...
It’s Your Opportunity... Make it RIGHT.
So It’s Your Opportunity... Make it RIGHT.
what will it be?
Students?
Families?
Communities?
FREE?
no strings no effort no responsibilities
“It’s their fault I am this ignorant.”
OR
EARNED?
an education built from a foundation of hope, passion, and dreams
“It is my fault I am this intelligent.”
no strings no effort no responsibilities
“It’s their fault I am this ignorant.”
OR
EARNED?
an education built from a foundation of hope, passion, and dreams
“It is my fault I am this intelligent.”
Wednesday, March 3
The Show
Integrity.
Honesty.
Compassion.
I am late.
We pull up to the curb / Grab the greasy handle / pay my money.
I dash through the
crowd.
I am late.
Late.
Not really 5 minutes or even the half hour kind of late but the kind of late that happens when the show is about to start and you arrive the exact moment everyone else arrives. which is
LATE
and General Admission sucks.
General Admission: which really means the first one there without regard to rules of society gets the best seat. survival of the fittest, fastest and finest.
Waves of bodies.
Tides rush the entrance.
At the door
Holding the door?
Produces a monster of a dilemma do I sneak inside under elbows and armpits, over ankles and knees
or
Do I listen to my dad... he who lives within my inner being screaming to me, "You were supposed to be the boy."
Me the boy with the girl parts.
Me the boy who dressed up in prom gowns - cried over wilting flowers and spent endless Saturday morning listening to mix tapes searching for the hidden "I love you's" in the lyrics.
Me - the boy who developed long before my friends could spell 'p.e.r.i.o.d'
and who couldn't stand gutting a fish
Me - the boy who was born a girl
I had already let him down so much the first few minutes of my life.
That might be why I listened to all of his lessons.
One which is hitting me hard at this minute of indecision: Holding the door.
A man always holds the door for those of lesser fortitude: old people, any woman,all children, men who might walk with a limp.
Again and still - here I am - at the door... Do I follow the seemingly social norms taught to me - the boy of the family - thus risking my great general admission seat or do I follow my father's teaching and stand here as I hold the door imaging how proud my dad must be to see his little girl emulating his teachings and striving to be the best boy I know how to be.
Maybe this - this moment of indecision is my show and my dad and I have the best seat in the house.
Boy or Girl
It
is
all about:
Integrity
Honesty
Compassion
Maybe this - this moment of indecision is my show and my dad and I have the best seat in the house.
Integrity.
Honesty.
Compassion.
I am late.
We pull up to the curb / Grab the greasy handle / pay my money.
I dash through the
crowd.
I am late.
Late.
Not really 5 minutes or even the half hour kind of late but the kind of late that happens when the show is about to start and you arrive the exact moment everyone else arrives. which is
LATE
and General Admission sucks.
General Admission: which really means the first one there without regard to rules of society gets the best seat. survival of the fittest, fastest and finest.
Waves of bodies.
Tides rush the entrance.
At the door
Holding the door?
Produces a monster of a dilemma do I sneak inside under elbows and armpits, over ankles and knees
or
Do I listen to my dad... he who lives within my inner being screaming to me, "You were supposed to be the boy."
Me the boy with the girl parts.
Me the boy who dressed up in prom gowns - cried over wilting flowers and spent endless Saturday morning listening to mix tapes searching for the hidden "I love you's" in the lyrics.
Me - the boy who developed long before my friends could spell 'p.e.r.i.o.d'
and who couldn't stand gutting a fish
Me - the boy who was born a girl
I had already let him down so much the first few minutes of my life.
That might be why I listened to all of his lessons.
One which is hitting me hard at this minute of indecision: Holding the door.
A man always holds the door for those of lesser fortitude: old people, any woman,all children, men who might walk with a limp.
Again and still - here I am - at the door... Do I follow the seemingly social norms taught to me - the boy of the family - thus risking my great general admission seat or do I follow my father's teaching and stand here as I hold the door imaging how proud my dad must be to see his little girl emulating his teachings and striving to be the best boy I know how to be.
Maybe this - this moment of indecision is my show and my dad and I have the best seat in the house.
Boy or Girl
It
is
all about:
Integrity
Honesty
Compassion
Maybe this - this moment of indecision is my show and my dad and I have the best seat in the house.
Wednesday, February 10
updated version - thought I should show revisions
The Show
Integrity
Honesty
Compassion.
I am late.
We pull up to the curb / Grab the greasy handle / pay my money.
I dash through the
crowd
I am late.
Late
Not really 5 minutes or even the half hour kind of late but the kind of late that happens when the show is about to start and you arrive the exact moment everyone else arrives.
which is
LATE and
General Admission sucks
General Admission: which really means the first one there without regard to rules of society gets the best seat. survival of the fittest
Waves of bodies
tides rush the entrance
at the door
Hold the door?
Produces a monster of a dilemma
Do I sneak inside under elbows and armpits, over ankles and knees
or
Do I listen to my dad... he who lives within my inner being screaming to me, "You were supposed to be the boy."
Me the boy with the girl parts.
Me the boy who dressed up in prom gowns - cried over wilting flowers and spent endless Saturday morning listening to mix tapes searching for the hidden "I love you's" in the lyrics.
Me - the boy who developed long before my friends could spell 'p.e.r.i.o.d'
and who couldn't stand gutting a fish
Me - the boy who was born a girl
I had already let him down so much the first few minutes of my life.
That might be why I listened to all of his lessons.
One which is hitting me hard at this minute of indecision: Holding the door.
A man always holds the door for those of lesser fortitude: old people, any woman,all children, men who might walk with a limp.
Again and still - here I am - at the door... Do I follow the seemingly social norms taught to me - the boy of the family - thus risking my great general admission seat or do I follow my father's teaching and stand here as I hold the door imaging how proud my dad must be to see his little girl emulating his teachings and striving to be the best boy I know how to be.
Boy or Girl it is all about:
Integrity
Honesty
Compassion
Maybe this - this moment of indecision is my show and my dad and I have the best seat in the house.
Integrity
Honesty
Compassion.
I am late.
We pull up to the curb / Grab the greasy handle / pay my money.
I dash through the
crowd
I am late.
Late
Not really 5 minutes or even the half hour kind of late but the kind of late that happens when the show is about to start and you arrive the exact moment everyone else arrives.
which is
LATE and
General Admission sucks
General Admission: which really means the first one there without regard to rules of society gets the best seat. survival of the fittest
Waves of bodies
tides rush the entrance
at the door
Hold the door?
Produces a monster of a dilemma
Do I sneak inside under elbows and armpits, over ankles and knees
or
Do I listen to my dad... he who lives within my inner being screaming to me, "You were supposed to be the boy."
Me the boy with the girl parts.
Me the boy who dressed up in prom gowns - cried over wilting flowers and spent endless Saturday morning listening to mix tapes searching for the hidden "I love you's" in the lyrics.
Me - the boy who developed long before my friends could spell 'p.e.r.i.o.d'
and who couldn't stand gutting a fish
Me - the boy who was born a girl
I had already let him down so much the first few minutes of my life.
That might be why I listened to all of his lessons.
One which is hitting me hard at this minute of indecision: Holding the door.
A man always holds the door for those of lesser fortitude: old people, any woman,all children, men who might walk with a limp.
Again and still - here I am - at the door... Do I follow the seemingly social norms taught to me - the boy of the family - thus risking my great general admission seat or do I follow my father's teaching and stand here as I hold the door imaging how proud my dad must be to see his little girl emulating his teachings and striving to be the best boy I know how to be.
Boy or Girl it is all about:
Integrity
Honesty
Compassion
Maybe this - this moment of indecision is my show and my dad and I have the best seat in the house.
Tuesday, February 9
Integrity
Honesty
Compassion.
I am late.
The car pulls up to the curb. Grab the greasy handle, pay my money. dash through the
crowd
I am late.
Late
Not really 5 minutes or even a half hour kind of late but the kind of late that happens when it is about to start and you arrive the exact moment everyone else arrives.
late and General Admission sucks
General Admission which really means the first one there without regard to rules of society gets the best seat. survival of the fittest
Hold the door which produces dilemma
Do I sneak inside under elbows and armpits, over ankles and knees
or
Do I listen to my dad... he who lives within my inner being screaming to me, "You were supposed to be the boy."
Me the boy with the girl parts.
Me the boy who dressed up in prom gowns - cried over wilting flowers and spent endless Saturday morning listening to mix tapes searching for the hidden "I love you's" in the lyrics.
Me - the boy who developed long before my friends could spell 'p.e.r.i.o.d'
and who couldn't stand gutting a fish
Me - the boy who was born a girl
I had already let him down so much the first few minutes of my life.
So that might be why I listened to all of his lessons.
One which is hitting me hard at this minute of indecision: Holding the door.
A man always holds the door for those of lesser fortitude: old people, any woman,all children, men who might walk with a limp.
Again and still - here I am - at the door... Do I follow the seemingly social norms taught to me - the boy of the family - thus risking my great general admission seat or do I follow my father's teaching and stand here as I hold the door imaging how proud my dad must be to see his little girl emulating his teachings and striving to be the best boy I know how to be.
Boy or Girl it is all about:
Integrity
Honesty
Compassion
Maybe this - this moment of indecision is my show and my dad and I have the best seat in the house.
Honesty
Compassion.
I am late.
The car pulls up to the curb. Grab the greasy handle, pay my money. dash through the
crowd
I am late.
Late
Not really 5 minutes or even a half hour kind of late but the kind of late that happens when it is about to start and you arrive the exact moment everyone else arrives.
late and General Admission sucks
General Admission which really means the first one there without regard to rules of society gets the best seat. survival of the fittest
Hold the door which produces dilemma
Do I sneak inside under elbows and armpits, over ankles and knees
or
Do I listen to my dad... he who lives within my inner being screaming to me, "You were supposed to be the boy."
Me the boy with the girl parts.
Me the boy who dressed up in prom gowns - cried over wilting flowers and spent endless Saturday morning listening to mix tapes searching for the hidden "I love you's" in the lyrics.
Me - the boy who developed long before my friends could spell 'p.e.r.i.o.d'
and who couldn't stand gutting a fish
Me - the boy who was born a girl
I had already let him down so much the first few minutes of my life.
So that might be why I listened to all of his lessons.
One which is hitting me hard at this minute of indecision: Holding the door.
A man always holds the door for those of lesser fortitude: old people, any woman,all children, men who might walk with a limp.
Again and still - here I am - at the door... Do I follow the seemingly social norms taught to me - the boy of the family - thus risking my great general admission seat or do I follow my father's teaching and stand here as I hold the door imaging how proud my dad must be to see his little girl emulating his teachings and striving to be the best boy I know how to be.
Boy or Girl it is all about:
Integrity
Honesty
Compassion
Maybe this - this moment of indecision is my show and my dad and I have the best seat in the house.
Wednesday, April 1
Teaching is So Fun and Dreamy
Why am I teaching the class that everyone
HATES?
English Class Sucks.
First Day:
Students enter my morgue
solemnly pulling pen and paper
they seek friends afterall...
Misery loves company.
Boredom seeps from bookbags
Anger stems from bad experiences before.
All English teachers must be alike;
Ineffective
People think I suck because their other teachers did.
Books Suck / Writing is Stupid / Reading is overrated / Homework is dumb
Other than on her birthday, when does knowing Grammar matter?
What makes this subject so important that students must spend
all four years doing this?
It is crazy / stupid / asenine
They enter.
Before
I have a chance
to say helo
Be friendly
Offer a smile
Speak with words of encouragement
Listen to their voices
The Hate Me
I see that the next 180 days will be painful.
Change their minds?
It might be easier to change the world...
But I'm still here - focusing on one student at a time
It must mean something.
HATES?
English Class Sucks.
First Day:
Students enter my morgue
solemnly pulling pen and paper
they seek friends afterall...
Misery loves company.
Boredom seeps from bookbags
Anger stems from bad experiences before.
All English teachers must be alike;
Ineffective
People think I suck because their other teachers did.
Books Suck / Writing is Stupid / Reading is overrated / Homework is dumb
Other than on her birthday, when does knowing Grammar matter?
What makes this subject so important that students must spend
all four years doing this?
It is crazy / stupid / asenine
They enter.
Before
I have a chance
to say helo
Be friendly
Offer a smile
Speak with words of encouragement
Listen to their voices
The Hate Me
I see that the next 180 days will be painful.
Change their minds?
It might be easier to change the world...
But I'm still here - focusing on one student at a time
It must mean something.
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