We have had a bad trott and yet we still pay for what they call an internet service here.
I have spent many an hour prattling words out in my head and some how never hitting a keyboard for reasons unknown to myself. I guess I just got busy. That is an understatement.
I am going to attach my old offering because I did type it in even if a lot of tripe. My specialty anyway.
My class has grown to ........12. How does a person teach 25 eight year old kids, some of which speak no English? How can anyone think a teacher is anything less than a saint? I love it but If I get a hint of an idea that a parent is not behind me, well. Speaking of which, I think I may be my own worst enemy. My son is one of my real challenges in the class along with his partner in crime Nanda. Bright sparks they are but we are not in Drama school and Nanda is as a poor a reader as Kalki is in math. Both boys are bright but ironically have rather large weaknesses that I am trying to address. The fine line between urging and pressure. I shouldn't be too hard on myslef but I fear failing them as I feel I may have been failed in education myself. The arduous task of walking the aisle and making sure every child is properly engaged. By third period I am plumb tuckered out and start asking them to come to me which creates bedlem. My class room is too small.
Must have trashed my offering in a fit of pique. The heading was little pretentious, finally alone. As if I wanted that when my life is swamped in people. What a delusional state I must be in and it has been people ever since I could negotiate my limbs enough to find them. I was not really born into a family so I have been over compensating ever since. As if you care but I thought I would state it. It is part of the evolving story or purging of words.
I think my mother is a misanthrope. She has 2 dogs. People who focus on animals have usually some difficulty with people. Animals are too easy bar the hygene issue.
Talking too much and should be resting for another fun filled day of jumping monkeys. The joy of feeling I am obliged to contradict all their natural urges for the sake of a so called healthy adult life. Discipline is good but how to experience it in the best possible manner. I guess I could start with disciplining myslef. hahahahahahahahahahah Another needless contemplation. Save it for another life when the present penance or revelation is over.
In the meantime, good night.
