… she reminds me of Sarah McLachlan.
…after all that has been said and done. I won't ask you where you're going. Don't keep in touch. I don't miss you much, except sometimes early in the morning.
Now, use your silver tongue once more, there's one thing that I'd like to know. Did you ever believe the lies that you told? Did you own the fool's gold that you gave me? — Lhasa de Sela (Fool's Gold).
1ove, melancholy.
So,
Tomorrow, we start teaching again — I had vowed never to do it, but alas, I am doing it, again. I do sense that this will be the last time I do it 'till 2013.
Don't believe what they tell you — teaching is exhausting. There is a fundamental difference between wanting to know something and having to know it.
Furthermore, there is a difference between that and needing to know. My job, and I do suspect it is not to teach anybody anything, but to create the 'environment' for them to learn it.
I'd go as far as to say:
nobody is ever taught anything.
I neither have the temperament to explain that nor do I have all my 'arguments' in line to support that — I only sense it. I suspect someday, I'll come back to this, for now, lets roll with it.
I am some how looking forward to this academic year — I envision a good year, and that 'good' is not reliant on what the learners will be producing or of what calibre they are, all I know is:
… come end of December, they will be that good.
For someone who is almost an atheist, I tend to have a lot o' faith in things I am not in control of. I never like the word belief, it sounds devoid of reason.
Okay, I digress — let me get back to planning for school.
Until, until.