Archive for March, 1996

Being A Teacher

It’s afternoon this rainy Sunday. This is the first day in several weeks I’ve been unison with myself. I’ve been feeling out of sync with myself lately and not in the mood to share although so many exciting things have happened the last few weeks. I guess it’s because I haven’t wandering the pre-dawn streets [...]

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The Classroom Is Not A Factory

G-g-g-good m-m-m-m-morning. It’s a nice time for a warm fire, a hot cocoa, and some snuggling. It’s freezing out there! No, it’s worse; it’s in the 20s with a wind chill hovering around 10!!. What’s going on? My sprouting amaryliis are wearing mufflers! Yesterday I was traveling the pre-dawn streets bare-chested in shorts bare-chested happlily [...]

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Kim, Teaching, And Gold Mining

Well, on this two month anniversary of Kim and me being “clean.” I found lying matter-of-factly, almost camouflaged, amidst the cluttered land-fill of my desk a simple, hand-written letter Kim had written to me. I pick it up nonchalantly and started reading it. With every passing word, I realized this was a letter not to [...]

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What Would The Classroom Be Like If….

Well, here it is 6:30 a.m. Inviting aromatic wisps of the hot cup of freshly brewed, specially blended coffee sitting next to me are curling about like a host of relaxing, delicate, dexterous, massaging fingers. It was a curious walk this morning. Ever have that feeling that you’re both out of step and in step [...]

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