… 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.

Here is a quick thought or observation (if you will).

the multitudes of thoughts and dreams (or nightmares) that come with not telling somebody you love them are worse than the pain of knowing, for a fact, the person you love does not love you.

… I think, if you have not told that person, you mind wonders in two possibilities simultaneously:

1. you tell them and they love you too
2. and you tell them and they don't.

So, if you let them know how you feel, you will know which of the two it is — and thus the misery (or joy) is one of the two and not both.

In theory, anyway.

They say, you must do one thing that scares you everyday.

… today I did just that.

… now, here is my dilemma: I am more afraid of the consequences (or lack thereof) of what I just did.

… alas it is done.  But, here is a question I have.  If you are to live by that mantra, then my question is (or rather a statement):

there are 365 days in a year — how many things scare you?

I'd like to think the older you get, less things scare you, no?  In fact one should not be afraid of a lot of things — it's a terrible way to live, no?

Now we wait and see what the world with throw at me for being bold;  I am sure there are reasons why some things should never be done:

safety in familiarity.

We shall see in front.