Mobile Minutes: Peacocks


Why is it that the male peacock flares out its plumes?

We were discussing adaptation in my last day of lecture in science today. Learning that species either adapt to survive…or die. It was during this class, third hour specifically, that a student raised their hand with a response. Continue reading

Mobile Minutes: Can’t Stop


I’ve been in the teacher’s shoes now. Being sick (cold), and still needing to be in class. I’m on my third week of class at a local middle school. I’ve been running off a diet of Day-Quil with a side of Ny-Quil. It’s working, but by night time I’m spent (I’m falling asleep while typing this).

Friday is my last day in my current position (unless told otherwise). I’m already becoming sad at the notion of having to move on, and back to bouncing around as a sub.

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Free time: Making selfie signs...

Sure, some folks say, “Be prepared to stay”, but sadly…I’m not really a qualified teacher, at all. There’s no real reason why a district would want to keep me versus starving post-college educators that are desperate. Just my two cents. It makes me sad. I love what I’m doing, but the truth is what I offer isn’t necessarily enough. Yes, I pray that a miracle occurs, but I also fight to keep my heart safe. When it comes to employment I’m tired of not being good enough.

-D-

Mobile Minutes: Redirect


Good. Get it done.

Might want to get that Praxis done.

They can do provisional if you don’t pass.

Get it finished by the end of November…

Are you our new teacher?

Friday is a good day. It signals the end of the week, and after this week I have no complaints about. I was able to view life through “teacher spectacles” by attending meetings, working on class projects, and even entering final grades for the quarter (done today). In return I’ve received a school computer, grade book access, key to the room, and Monday I’ll have an ID badge ready for me in the morning.

Still rocking it as a substitute. It gets harder with each day that passes in the school. Redirecting questions, being honest, and staying focused on the classroom. Trust me, it isn’t easy, and I’m not even close to a real teacher. More instructors are pushing me towards the standardized test for middle school education (November), just emphasizing to be timely.

It’s pressure. It’s new. I love it, but I’m equal amounts terrified.

-D-

Mobile Minutes: 93% Cacao


Ehhh…
I’m currently listening to a pastor compare the Kansas City Royals to the royalty of Christ.
*sigh*
Sorry, just feels like a gimmick. Non-intentional I’m sure, but my evil college theology roots are brewing this morning. I’m obviously not that creative, hence why I’m rather bitter about the strange comparison.
That and the fact that I truly despise how our culture revolves around athletics and not other identity of a culture.
I’m obviously lacking patience due to my lack of coffee. I can see the comparison, I understand the points, but I must be becoming old and weathered because it just seems cliche (having half the church body demonstrating their allegiance by wearing “vintage” Royals also is…well…meh).
Perhaps I just woke up on the wrong side of the bed because I’m overwhelmingly lacking the enjoyment, the sweetness of life. I’m merely dealing with internal bitters that seem to have filtered into the blood stream (why does no one ever refer to a ‘soul stream’).

Life is hard, marriage takes work, and patience is always lacking. Runs don’t move as smoothly, and the fridge tends to be empty (or worse, requiring actual cooking).

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Le...meh

People wear me out, and cyberspace is inviting. I could get lost in zero’s and one’s and be at peace. However, as tempting as that utopia seems, I still know it isn’t where my life should exist, and no, I don’t always enjoy acknowledging that truth.

Today, I’m merely like dark chocolate. The 93% dark chocolate, there is nothing sweet, it’s just bitter, but in some ways dealing with that bitterness can equal added health benefits.

I acknowledge my lack of patience, bitterness, and overall anger today (no breakfast aids to that). I’m not in a good mood, and it is hard to handle. It requires so much humility, so much embarrassment in order to flush the system. In the end it’ll take a nice long run tonight to cool off and wear down.

-D-

XXXI: Language Barrier


I suppose it isn’t really fair to use the phrase, “God is confusing”. In many ways He tends to explain His will, desire, and expectations pretty clearly…we also tend to get so caught up in the world around us that it muddles the communication between ourselves and Him.

Currently: I’m a muddled mess. Continue reading

Mobile Minutes: Lonely Road


I know of so many people that enjoy running in groups, or running with another person, or something along those lines. I suppose it’s rather common. Truth is, personally I really don’t care for it. Primarily because I feel awkward around someone else while I’m trying to run, and most likely they’re faster than me anyways, so a onset of pity kicks in also (at least I’m realistic).

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