That little ivory obsessed pixie has been once more thrown into my face. "You really blew it!" my cooperating teacher said to me today, with one of those sickening smiles on her face. She has condemned me to the gallows for my sin of telling the truth. "Well..." I said back, with a similar smile pasted on my lips. I quelched the words that were attempting to jump out of my throat. "Must be nice to have been perfect your whole teaching career!" They tried so hard to be said I had to leave the room.
"That was the third parent who has come in... She told Mr. Fletcher." My frustration and dislike of my teacher only grows with each moment and word! "Ooooooo... I'm so scared!" I wanted to immaturely quip. The more she says the more disenchanted I become with tiny fair type figures that only serve to crawl under my skin like fleas.
I wish I could be allowed the grace to make my mistake and bow humbly for forgiveness. Though I never even dreamed before of the evils of admitting that fairy tale characters are not real, I now know it's full sting. I wonder what Mrs. Cooperating teacher is telling these so called "enraged parents"? Why doesn't she let me talk to the parents, apologize and explain exactly what happened.
I never realized how sinful being naive could be!
Tuesday, February 15, 2005
Monday, February 14, 2005
Is it really all about the candy?
I haven't yet made up my mind about Valentines Day. Do I like the day? Or do I despise it? As I watched the proposal at the banquet last night I had to wonder... How do they all manage it? Maybe it really is all about the the heart shaped candies that beg you to "BE MINE."
I like Valentines Day when I'm stuffing my student's bags with cards I made this morning and sticking stickers all over my sweater amid hugs and chocolate ice cream. But when two lovers walk down a lane gazing into one another's eyes.... and the only eyes I ever stare into are my own in the mirror while I fix my hair in the morning trying to decided if they are more brown or green today... That is when I wonder what it's really all about. I like Valentines Day when it's my mom is buying me tulips or my dad is giving me a giant stuffed gorilla... but at the heart of it, those demanding candies mock me.
What is up with those candies any way? Demanding little things: "MARRY ME" "KISS ME" "HUG ME" Who do they think they are any way?
I like Valentines Day when I'm stuffing my student's bags with cards I made this morning and sticking stickers all over my sweater amid hugs and chocolate ice cream. But when two lovers walk down a lane gazing into one another's eyes.... and the only eyes I ever stare into are my own in the mirror while I fix my hair in the morning trying to decided if they are more brown or green today... That is when I wonder what it's really all about. I like Valentines Day when it's my mom is buying me tulips or my dad is giving me a giant stuffed gorilla... but at the heart of it, those demanding candies mock me.
What is up with those candies any way? Demanding little things: "MARRY ME" "KISS ME" "HUG ME" Who do they think they are any way?
Wednesday, February 02, 2005
"He is so big and we are so small." She said. "Is it like we fit in His hand?"
I had the most amazing experience tonight! It was better than canvassing ... better than lots of things I've done before. Tonight my students asked me about Jesus. But I don't just mean Jesus, they asked everything! They come from mostly Buddhist homes, so while they have heard of Christians, and from attending Adventist schools they've hear the name of Jesus but they know nothing! (Well they knew nothing.) I'm not sure how it started but soon I found myself answering question like: "How did God create the world?" "Why did God let the tsunami happen?" "How could Jesus love us so much?" "If God is going to take care of us and our sun, why do other stars die?" "How do you pray?" "When Jesus comes again what will happened to those that are left here?" All of the questions came as told them the story from the beginning. We started with the fall of Satan and went to the cross. Then we talked about Christ soon return. "We'll ask you more questions tomorrow!" They promised me as I left. How amazing is that!
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