The resulting introspection of a significant journey... and other crap that happens along the way.
The human ability to explore the world, educate one's self, stretch one's perception and boundaries of security and comfort should be embraced as well as the emerging visceral feelings and emotions stemming from such experiences.
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Happy Thanksgiving from Death Valley
Seeing as how family was 3000 miles away, and many people had their Thanksgiving plans abroad and so forth, Trip and I decided to get lost in the desert for a couple days. It was the most peaceful I have felt internally in a long time. Many beautiful sites and experiences and plenty of time with my thoughts...
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
The Misappropriation of State Fun
I don't know if this is an accurate title for what I am about to type mostly because I feel a tangent laced rant of spiritually mythical proportions brewing beneath the surface of my strained visage.
I was discussing with a couple people today the shortcomings of a particular program installed by the California State Government as a requirement for all new teachers. Being that I am relatively new to the state I fall into the aforementioned category of "new teacher." I have no qualms with the label in and of itself, but it's the "standards" and requirements accompanying such a label that are proving to be the bane of my once somewhat simple life.
The program to which I am referring is the mess known throughout the California education system as BTSA.
...
I have just now logged in in order to finish this post that I began a month or two ago. As the school year is coming to a timely close, and I have now fulfilled each requirement of the BTSA program set forth by the governing bodies that be I am struggling more and more to recreate the mindset from which the beginning of the post developed. I am a free man in a week, and what good comes of dwelling in the past.
With that said, I feel I would be remiss in failing to mention the unique turn in which the state has steered the future of the BTSA program. In the past, a new teacher was provided with the opportunity to spend 2 years mimicking and reproducing the work completed in their credentialing programs for free, but beginning this coming year that will all change as the state is requiring teachers to pay for the program in its entirety. If I was one of the teachers required to pay for this waste of resources, this would be a much longer and angrier post.
I was discussing with a couple people today the shortcomings of a particular program installed by the California State Government as a requirement for all new teachers. Being that I am relatively new to the state I fall into the aforementioned category of "new teacher." I have no qualms with the label in and of itself, but it's the "standards" and requirements accompanying such a label that are proving to be the bane of my once somewhat simple life.
The program to which I am referring is the mess known throughout the California education system as BTSA.
...
I have just now logged in in order to finish this post that I began a month or two ago. As the school year is coming to a timely close, and I have now fulfilled each requirement of the BTSA program set forth by the governing bodies that be I am struggling more and more to recreate the mindset from which the beginning of the post developed. I am a free man in a week, and what good comes of dwelling in the past.
With that said, I feel I would be remiss in failing to mention the unique turn in which the state has steered the future of the BTSA program. In the past, a new teacher was provided with the opportunity to spend 2 years mimicking and reproducing the work completed in their credentialing programs for free, but beginning this coming year that will all change as the state is requiring teachers to pay for the program in its entirety. If I was one of the teachers required to pay for this waste of resources, this would be a much longer and angrier post.
Monday, April 26, 2010
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Can you tell me what the left lane is for?
Monday, January 25, 2010
Look for life
2/14/09
I dive in head first, failing to check the depth.
With a few contortions I am able to manipulate the world around me.
Now, with opened eyes I can navigate past deep crags and submerged lunar landscapes.
My body learning motions in a weightlessness envied even by astronauts.
A newly found license to explore, yet one fear invading my world.
Will I soon find it all?
I dive in head first, failing to check the depth.
With a few contortions I am able to manipulate the world around me.
Now, with opened eyes I can navigate past deep crags and submerged lunar landscapes.
My body learning motions in a weightlessness envied even by astronauts.
A newly found license to explore, yet one fear invading my world.
Will I soon find it all?
Shaking Yesterday
3/4/05
Tied to the tales of antiquity
That is where we find ourselves
The future sprawled out before us
Seize each day or watch ineptly
True, there are the passive, the aggressive
The embodiment of faith, the faithless
Embrace your truth because
As those pray to leave this world
Too many are praying to see tomorrow
Tied to the tales of antiquity
That is where we find ourselves
The future sprawled out before us
Seize each day or watch ineptly
True, there are the passive, the aggressive
The embodiment of faith, the faithless
Embrace your truth because
As those pray to leave this world
Too many are praying to see tomorrow
Who are you?
2/20/05
It's the little boy with the blond hair
sitting alone with his blank stare.
It's the little boy with the frozen eyes
the only one who never cries.
It's the little boy with the heavy head
perfectly framed with cheeks of red.
It's the little boy with the giant heart
everyone wants to pick apart.
It's the little boy with never a fight
after losing his way in the night.
It's the little boy in whom I believe
he seems so familiar to me.
It's the little boy with the blond hair
sitting alone with his blank stare.
It's the little boy with the frozen eyes
the only one who never cries.
It's the little boy with the heavy head
perfectly framed with cheeks of red.
It's the little boy with the giant heart
everyone wants to pick apart.
It's the little boy with never a fight
after losing his way in the night.
It's the little boy in whom I believe
he seems so familiar to me.
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