The "what if" entry...

just had an idea, a whole entry answering simple, "what if" questions...  sounds plain, but im gonna give it a shot anyway...

in a few...

"Too much love for self leaves no room in the heart for others..."  -me

thoughts for the day- parallel consciousness

im starting to believe that i exist in multiple dimensions, that there are many "me's" running about the universe that all seem to connect in this instance known as my body.

i know this sounds weird, but take a moment and hear me out...

i teach by profession, and while teaching is  a challenging venture, its not the most "intellectually stimulating" profession in the world...  the main focus is just managing the classroom, keeping the kids from killing each other...  there are points in the day where i find myself miles away from myself, lost in thought, or lost in non-conscious action.  ive traveled to lunches with friends and had conversations that i could have SWORN were real.

ok, im done with the crazy talk...  back to the tangible reality that is before my eyes right now...

summer school has proven to be more of a joke than the regular school year...  it would be a logical conclusion to think that the kids here would be actively trying to pass, seeing as though they a) want to graduate on time and b) don't want to lose out on any electives by taking the class again in the fall.  but taking into consideration that for most of these kids this is the 3rd time they have taken this course, its pretty reasonable to not see stellar performances.

one of the reasons i find it hard to focus i feel has just a little to do with the changes taking place this summer...  some of which i will discuss, the rest ill keep to myself... 

 but in due time...

for now, i must go...  i am lacking in more to say...

"Too much love for self leaves no room in the heart for others..."  -me

juneteenth: a worthwhile celebration turned fail

I meant this as a return to the world of writing, but as I began to type out my pre-determined title I realized that I didn't want to talk about it anymore.

I mean, what is there to be said.  Juneteenth was initially a celebration of the news reacing Texas that the war was over, and that the slave were all free.  And that is a great thing to celebrated. What isn't celebrated is that we were the last to know.  Ever since, Texas has been one of the slowest states to change.  But I am not here to talk about that.


In truth, I have no clue what to say.  As a non-writer (science teacher by trade) I am allowed to be a less-than-fantastic linguist. But even so, I have come to understand that my oratorial shortcomings have the potential to be exaggerated in the generation to follow, so I must be mindful of what is said, and how I say it. Though the majority of young adults I see everyday may not be aware of it, I'm rubbing off on them.  At least I would like to believe so, it gives me hope for them. 


I'm by no way saying that I am the best example for them to follow. I'm far from it. I would however like to believe that the way I manage my life, surroundings, and relationships gives them ba window into how a responsible adult carries out daily life.


I think I can get used to this again.  Should be an interesting summer, if I can ever start it.
Thanks for listening.