What to read now that you’re somewhat grownup, based on your childhood favourites. I tried to make choices based on plot, mood, tone or themes. There’s a few other children’s books I wanted to include but I was stumped on, so maybe there will eventually be a part 2.
I have found that other teachers, wiser, and more knowledgable teachers like to say things to new teachers that are … colorful, amusing, inspiring, inappropriate. These are teachers I know from my own schooling, family friends who are teachers, random teachers, ect. A sampling of comments:
Get out now.
You’ll learn to use your sick days effectively.
You are going to catch every virus this year.
I want to be a real estate agent or a stripper or the driver of a trash truck instead of continuing to teach. Good luck!
The first year is the hardest. You will never have to do this again.
You will get the hang of it. It takes the entire first year of experience to break you in.
It doesn’t matter that you are knew and feel like you’re experimenting all the time. You are making a difference in the lives of kids.
Holy moly. Teachers out there, just ready to throw any ol’ advice right at ya. Doesn’t matter if they’ve known me since birth or just figured out I was a teacher because I accidentally wore my badge into the store after work, they ALL have unsolicited advice. The good, the bad, the inappropriate.
As I have tried to explain our statutes to Indian women, I have met with but one response. They have said: “As an Indian woman I was free. I owned my home, my person, the work of my own hands, and my children could never forget me. I was better as an Indian woman than under white law.” Men have said: “Your laws show how little your men care for their women…
Ethnologist Alice C. Fletcher
Report of the International Council of Women: Assembled by the National Woman Suffrage Association, Washington, D.C., U.S. of America, March 25 to April 1, 1888, Volume 1
This is an enormous chain and I’m sorry, but I need to say this:
The laws in the Old Testament were set forth by god as the rules the Hebrews needed to follow in order to be righteous, to atone for the sin of Adam and Eve and to be able to get into Heaven. That is also why they were required to make sacrifices, because it was part of the appeasement for Original Sin.
According to Christian theology, when Jesus came from Heaven, it was for the express purpose of sacrificing himself on the cross so that our sins may be forgiven. His sacrifice was supposed to be the ultimate act that would free us from the former laws and regulations and allow us to enter Heaven by acting in his image. That is why he said “it is finished” when he died on the cross. That is why Christians don’t have to circumcise their sons (god’s covenant with Jacob), that is why they don’t have to perform animal sacrifice, or grow out their forelocks, or follow any of the other laws of Leviticus.
When you quote Leviticus as god’s law and say they are rules we must follow because they are what god or Jesus wants us to do, what you are really saying, as a Christian, is that Christ’s sacrifice on the cross was invalid. He died in vain because you believe we are still beholden to the old laws. That is what you, a self-professed good Christian, are saying to your god and his son, that their plan for your salvation wasn’t good enough for you.
So maybe actually read the thing before you start quoting it, because the implications of your actions go a lot deeper than you think.
These tags I’ll pop, and boast in rhyming verse that what I wear puts swagger in my gait; though twenty shillings have I in my purse, my self-esteem and manhood both inflate when lofty furs I purchase for a cent. Thy grandpa’s clothes are worthy salvage, though they smell a trifle musty. Still, I spent much less to dress myself from head to toe.
To save or not to save? The question’s moot. I’ll never give my coin to high-street crooks. These dusty shelves will yield their hidden loot to those, like me, more frugal in their looks. Like ancient coins washed up on distant shores, I’ll find my treasures in these thrifty stores. - Macklemore, “Thrift Shoppe”
*Crying with laughter*
ITS IN IAMBIC PENTAMETER. SWEET JESUS THIS IS MY NEW FAVORITE THING.
THIS IS THE MOST BRILLIANT POSY I HAVE EVER SEEN.
Guys, that’s not only Iambic, that’s a fucking sonnet. *claps*