For those who don’t know, I’m studying to be a teacher at UTSA(The University of Texas at San Antonio), specializing in English. The following is a breakdown of what’s to be expected of my first year as a teacher.
Phases of First-Year Teaching
That’s quite insane but not unexpected. I believe if you looked at a new military member just starting their basic training you’d find a somewhat similar graph. What do we do to prepare ourselves for such dire straits? What do we do to prepare ourselves for a break with a hoped and imagined future?
All I can do is understand that I am in fact fallible, that all the confidence in the world doesn’t stop screwing things up to start, and I need to just keep dancing to my own song.
In the palm there lies a two-headed coin
On one side lies arrogance, with its strut and pride
On the other lies confidence, with its strength and fallibility
When do the two become one? When should you rely on one and not the other?
There are times when arrogance is needed, when you know not what to do but need the appearance of the stronger
Just as there are times when confidence can be weakness, those times you believed you could accomplish the task but failed to ask for help
They both sound the same, look the same, act the same, but there is a difference within
The arrogant hold fear, the confident do not.
I know not which is better.
The needs of all and shown in few
Spirituality, the light that bridges everyone
It needs no religion though many find that not true
It’s a connection, between the energy of one to the energy of all
The breaking down of a feeling, a touch of the soul on the body of the world
Description requires a broad mind with a narrow view, you just have to feel it
Find the warmest feeling you can, press it to the glass wall, spread it evenly then hold it to the heavens
You’ll find that the more we increase our connection of self, the greater we can create a connection to others, and thus increase our spirituality
I can’t recall a time, before Goleta the Goodland
It lingers in the veins, this destination of decency
It’s flavor a recollection of pleasant ideas
It’s sky a foggy memory to behold
I’ve not come across another town like it
It calls to the soul for a return
To smell the sea, hear the gulls, and swim it’s peopled currents
There is a time when you can see the heart of the town
It’s not at festivals or parades as is the norm of others
But at moments of elation in our children, their graduations and events
Traveling through the throng, you can see and hear pride and joy wistfully on the wind.
Goleta is a grand home, it’s land beautifully sculpted as if God wished for one single sanctuary on Earth
Maybe, perhaps, when I am a better man, I’ll be worthy to return
That ancient enemy
The shiner of the tarnished, that anachronistic foe
It arrives with pleasantries, but never leaves the same
It tells you all the wonderful things that happened in your past,
But when it departs, it leaves a bitterness unequaled in the world
If squalor had a feeling, nostalgia would be its definition
There are few defenses to this heartless foe excepting apathy
Give up your emotions, let your heart die
Or you’ll find the monster pressing on your present
Age is not always a bright reflection of our experiences
At times, it can be signs of ignorance, those still trapped in their original worlds, scared to expand, afraid to explore
But there are those from which empathy is their sole creation
They express their lives by improving the lives of others.
A boy, a smart boy, arrives to stifle that joy of improvement
He’ll bandy with the best, spread his dark wings and dampen
But he’ll listen, when spoken to truly and freely
He’s not a fool, just an overused tool from societies networking
It’s hard to be empathetic, but when you find a boy in your shade-
Who sees and feels the same as you once had, all signs point to help
So you’ll give him the rough edge, the real sincerity
Because you care, because helping makes you better
When asked to write a poem about this video clip: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qM-gZintWDc&feature=youtu.be
Envy, the creature often confused for possessive jealousy
It slithers into the heart when least expected,
Driving others to madness, wishing they could have or be another
It’s the killer of the already loved, the slayer of contentment
It’s the champion of what’s yours is mine
Its enemy is tranquility, its oldest friend is hatred
There is no cure for Envy without growth, no settlement without upheaval
There is envy within all who decide they are not what they want to be, but none can be found within the poor who gives
Is there any greater companion than a dog
A true partner in crime, ears up and tongue hanging in the wind
A better caretaker and babysitter I have yet to know
They pass through finite lives knowing an unimpeachable joy we can only wonder and share
Enjoying something as simple as walking with a friend down a dirt path, they find life at its core and attack it with love
A dog will never truly leave your side, though getting lost now and again seems to be their privilege
I was grown and raised alongside different dogs, each as unique as there are religions in the world, and I have no doubt of their affection for me.
I cannot find another creature in the world to equal their loyalty, they are not necessarily man’s best friend, but his truest soul, always parted too early.
Chances are I’ll die today, don’t know if we can keep them away
The town call rises in the sky, the northern front is do or die
If I fight upon that field, I know I can never yield
But if I choose to stand afar, the burning will forever scar
Chances are I’ll die today, better death than sorrow’s prey
He reached the top of the stairs quickly with his trunk-sized legs and opened the rusty door with a yawn. Mid-morning slanted rays slap his yawn away as reptilian eyes adjust.
“Hello Leo” Sissy says in a strained voice. “Felt like I’d forgotten you, hard as that is.”
“Felt like I’d forgotten you as well Sissy” Leo responds. “You still at it with that?”
“Every morning I inch it up there and when I wake up it’s fallen again, I just don’t get where I’m going wrong,” she said close to tears. “This damn TV dish, maybe the super has cursed me for all those pranks I played on him.”
“Could be Sis, or could be you did something that deserved punishment in a previous life.”
Sissy laughed her trillish laugh and beckoned at Leo “Care to lend a hand this time?”
Leo shook his head, “That’s your burden to bear Sissy, I need to head to work.”
Sissy nodded sadly and moved back to her daily quagmire, loose muscles straining with the weight.
Leo undulated to the doorway and entered the rusty portal. He moved down the steps but heard a great booming laugh near the 3rd floor. Leo slowed as he knew he’d have to speak with him one way or another.
“Hello Leo” an incredibly deep voice said, “Hope you’re enjoying it here.”
Leo turned toward the voice and spotted the super, smiling his abbrasive yellow smile filtered through a mane of shock white hair. “How are you, sir?” Leo asked