What a difference a day makes . . . to quote an
oldie but goodie . . . there I was, minding my
own business, drowning in my own tears and
viola! CLASS! So, is it a DAY that makes the
dif? Or, is it a CLASS that makes the difference?
I would have to admit that there is precious little
I love and enjoy more in this world than class,
more than school, more than teaching! I count
myself lucky that I still get to interact with my
students in my old age. One way or another,
I am on bended knee on this one. I was truly
at an all time low. So, where to go from here.
If the Universe grants a solution, perhaps it
might be an idea to embrace it, use it, enjoy it
. . . over and over again. And clever lass that
I am, this I shall do . . . Pantheism 101, anyone?
naught in this old world
bests the sharing of knowledge
socrates and me
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