Odds & Ends: September 12, 2025
1 day ago
In order to sharpen my own understanding and grow, I expose myself to new ideas.There's a great explanation of life and death in video three amongst other ideas.
bit this from http://www.illdoctrine.com/
Good stuff
No written word nor spoken plea
Can teach our youth what they should be
Nor all the books on all the shelves,
It's what the teachers are themselves.
-Unknown
You might want to look up. While his name doesn't always pop up in conversations, his ideologies do: Reinhold Niebuhr
..and yes, I know this is a wikipedia article. Let's call it a start.
Selecting A Reader First, I would have her be beautiful,
and walking carefully up on my poetry
at the loneliest moment of an afternoon,
her hair still damp at the neck
from washing it. She should be wearing
a raincoat, an old one, dirty
from not having money enough for the cleaners.
She will take out her glasses, and there
in the bookstore, she will thumb
over my poems, then put the book back
up on its shelf. She will say to herself,
"For that kind of money, I can get
my raincoat cleaned." And she will.
-ted kooser
us poet laureate 2004-2006
Copasetic, also spelled copacetic, copesetic or - less commonly - kopasetic, means very satisfactory or acceptable.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Copasetic
In order for there to be a gift, there must be an expulsion and a reception. There is balance there. Therefore, may God find us lost and undefined to the world but beholden unto Him. There is a balance there, I think.
And I wake up sometimes and see the clock glowing red and wonder if five more minutes of shut eye will be worth the pace it'll take to make up for it. I try. I really try and I'm such a perfectionist about the things I truly value. I want to get things so right. But then, I'll miss and not have timed tests prepared for all of my students, or forget a kid's name, or have a boring homework review, or just not feel great. Little things. It feels like I have so far to go. It sucks realizing that you're not that good...yet. Then, one of my students will crack a joke that's terrible silly, or say something so deafly honest, or just smile. Sometimes, I'll just look at them while they're working diligently at something and feel this faith in us. Someone will ask a question because they really want to figure things out.
It's still amazing to me how fast you come to care about them. I think sometimes people forget that children are people too. They have stories and favorites and opinions and senses of humor and at the end of the day, they just want to be happy too. They want to feel loved the way we want to feel loved. They want to feel valued and valuable like we do. They want and need too.
I don't just want to be great at teaching for the sake of, I want to be great for them. I want to add to their lives. Change has become a popular word of late and I'm beginning to care less for it. I don't necessarily want to change their lives. I want to empower my students with the faith and wherewithall to advance their lives and the lives of others. I literally wake up, look at the red numbers, think about rolling over then think about my kids. I get up, get dress, brush my teeth, and go to them.
Calisthenics form a category of physical exercises closely related to, but not a part of, gymnastics. The name of the discipline is Greek in origin, a combination of the words kalos, 'beautiful' and sthénos, 'strength'.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Calisthenics
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Calisthenics
So my student teaching semester officially begins tomorrow morning with Day 1. I assume that I'll be doing less posting as a product of how much time I'll be devoting to that and other extra-curricular responsibilities. I hope to keep up with this phase of my life experiences with this blog but am unsure of how things are gonna work out. Hopefully well. I'm going pro.
I had a very interesting meeting with a professor yesterday. After a rough semester prior (see: "Push"), I was a bit surprised at some of my grades. They weren't too bad. Scraping in good work by the nose is/was no fun. There was however one grade, or rather, a lack thereof that bothered me. I got an "I" standing for incomplete in one of my favorite classes. In all of my 7 semesters in undergrad, I'd never recieved an I. I finish. I finished, right?
As I arrived she decided that it would be more advantageous to her schedule if we could have lunch over our meeting. We talked several topics ranging from "what's going right in low-income Boston, MA schools that isn't going right in low-income schools in Orangeburg, SC?" and goals, to projects that we're working on. It was interesting but the high beams on that "I" sitting on my term grades repair was a constant glare in my eyes and mind.
It seems that she was simply unimpressed by my final paper. It was too fluffy with a lot of beautiful words. The problem comes when the reader has to spend too much time decoding it to find the true, raw statement. While drafting my statement of purpose and personal statement, I was told on a few occassions that I needed to drastically cut down on my adverb and adject use. The general nature of the judges reading through my application were looking for deliberate, accute statements, perspectives, and reasonings. They had several thousand to read through and were not interested in ruffling through the blanket to find the piggie. As a reader, I enjoy when authors can find creative ways to express the ordinary. As a thinker, I enjoy the journey of interpretation. As a writer, I find more joy in delivering writing that allows readers to interact with my thoughts and feelings. The only time I like things straight is when dealing with relationships.
We went through the paper and she basically echoed what my Fulbrighter advisor said. She also added the importance of being able to write in a scholarly way during graduate work. "Hmmn, indeed", I thought to myself. As my undergrad comes to a close, and I begin the journey into professional and post graduate arenas, it is important that I'm able to adequately transition. So, my professor pushed "pause" for me. I'm very glad she did. Way to look out Dr.
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I finished Blink a few months ago. I recommend. I'm currently finishing The Tipping Point. I recommend.
I'm so looking forward to ending this academic semester. It's all crazy right now. RESET
Nov. 21, 2008 (3:21pm)
I await a meeting concerning
representation of my college
in the President's box on
the gameday of my school's
biggest rivalry
I sit, confident
un-nervous
This is not the first time
I've been given the opportunity
to thank donors personally
It's an honor
that I hope to see other
MISTERs take on 'pon
my departure
I write this like the
blog I intend it for
textual to digital
The current of time
changes the way the 'same' looks
Today's scholar is as much
the scholar of yesterday
but for today
The image thereof is
transformed in reference
but normalized in present
-what is this flicker in my
perifial..periphrial..(sp)
[Enter Dean}
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