(ps..what does hurrican/tsunami weather look like? and WHY would you be posting in one??!!?? lets find out what it looks like at least..;) )

my goodness! i think something is telling me to live in oregon!!! lol

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We were all sitting around the dinner table discussing life and the man across from me decided to show his brains. He said the problem with teachers is, "What's a kid going to learn from someone who decided his best option in life was to become a teacher?" He reminded the other dinner guests that it's true what they say about teachers: Those who can, do; those who can't, teach.

I decided to bite my tongue instead of his and resist the temptation to remind the dinner guests that it's also true what they say about lawyers. Because we were eating, after all, and this was polite company.

"I mean, you're a teacher, Taylor," he said. "Be honest. What do you make?"

And I wish he hadn't done that (asked me to be honest) because, you see, I have a policy about honesty and butt kicking: if you ask for it, I have to let you have it.

You want to know what I make?

I make kids work harder than they ever thought they could. I can make a C+ feel like a Congressional medal of honor and an A- feel like a slap in the face. How dare you waste my time with anything less than your very best.

I make kids sit through 40 minutes of study hall in absolute silence. No, you may not work in groups. No, you may not ask a question. Why won't I let you get a drink of water? Because you're not thirsty, you're bored, that's why.

I make parents tremble in fear when I call home: I hope I haven't called at a bad time, I just wanted to talk to you about something Billy said today. Billy said "Leave the kid alone. I still cry sometimes, don't you?" And it was the noblest act of courage I have ever seen.

I make parents see their children for who they are and what they can be.

You want to know what I make?

I make kids wonder, I make them question. I make them criticize. I make them apologize and mean it. I make them write. I make them read, read, read. I make them spell definitely beautiful, definitely beautiful, definitely beautiful over and over again until they will never misspell either one of those words again. I make them show all their work in math. And hide it on their final drafts in English. I make them understand that if you have brains then you follow your heart and if someone ever tries to judge you by what you make, you pay them no attention.

Let me break it down for you, so you know what I say is true: I make a difference; what about you?

-- based on a poem by Taylor Mali

lol check out my top spots :) how's oregon sound to you stephen? ;)

It's not the pale moon that excites me That thrills and delights me, oh no It's just the nearness of you

It isn't your sweet conversation That brings this sensation, oh no It's just the nearness of you

When you're in my arms and I feel you so close to me All my wildest dreams come true

I need no soft lights to enchant me If you'll only grant me the right To hold you ever so tight And to feel in the night the nearness of you

~Norah Jones

::sighs:: working at a theater does NOT help my long distance blues ;) Stephen, I just wanted to let you know how much I love you and couldn't bear to be without you. Thank you for being the shoulder I can cry on, even from 600 miles away. ::hugs and kisses and misses:: (P.S. this was going to be more eloquent, but I might dissolve if I tried that ;) )

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