Its Hard To Die. Harder To Live

It Is A Mystery, And To Tell The Truth, I Am Intrigued By Mysteries Even If This Is To Be My Last Week Of Enjoying Them. I Would Welcome Some Glimmer Of Understanding But, Failing That, Working On The Puzzle Will Suffice.

As Long As My Sixth Graders Showed An Average Improvement Of Five Years, The Principal And District Pretty Much Left Me Alone To Create My Own Curriculum And Teach Whatever I Wanted

If Our God's Work Is To Be Done In Our Time, We Must Do It Ourselves.

I Now Understand The Need For Faith - Pure, Blind, Fly-in-the-face-of-reason Faith - As A Small Life Preserver In The Wild And Endless Sea Of A Universe Ruled By Unfeeling Laws And Totally Indifferent To The Small, Reasoning Beings That Inhabit It.

It's One Of The Strangest Attributes Of This Profession That When We Writers Get Exhausted Writing One Thing, We Relax By Writing Another.