Three blog posts in one night?

My mind is swimming right now, but I've been meaning to say this for awhile. I know they won't see it, but for my own sake, I wanted to thank all my teachers who have made going to Lebanon High School bearable.

Dear Mr. Meno,
I don't think most of your students realize this, but in addition to having a fun and entertaining class, you are a model teacher. You command respect from your students but also give respect in return. When you punish your students, you do so in a condescending way that teaches them a lesson while also keeping a sardonic sense of humor. You are never lazy, always looking up the answer to a question from a student that you are unsure of the answer to. You take pride in your subject and prepare each and every student for the AP test. In addition to all of this, you still find time to balance your live and be a perfect father for your daughter. I hope I can be as good of a teacher as you are.

Dear Mr. Poitinger,
You were the first person to show me what it means to truly have passion for what you teach. In your class I felt like you really wanted us to know the history of our country, not that you just had to teach it because it was on the curriculum. You taught me everything I know about writing a paper for History, and because of you, I loved the class enough to take AP Euro this year. Your anecdotes and personal comments about historical figures engaged each student and took what could have been a boring lecture and made it into a fun class.

Dear Mrs. Fritz,
I still remember the moment I decided to become an English teacher. It was before I had you for class, and we were at the MS walk, and you were talking about the Sun Also Rises. I had never had such an exciting conversation about literature with someone and It hit me on the way home that I wanted to be in a profession where I could read books as part of my job. I cried on my way home because I was so happy. I have learned so much in your class and have loved every book we've. I have never been more ecstatic to receive a perfect grade than for one of your essays. You are a great teacher, and you do so because you love it. You work two jobs just because you love it so much. People always ask me "Are you going to be a Mrs. Fritz type of English Teacher?" and I smile and say of course.

Mrs Rowe and her Sixth Grade Class,
I have never felt more confident in my future than when I stand in front of all my favorite sixth graders. When I'm teaching a lesson, I can be as crazy and goofy as I want and you all just laugh at me and listen. Well, that is mostly, until Mrs. Row Counts down from 5 and you KNOW you have to shut up. I have so much fun hearing about your days and what you're doing in class. When you begged me to stay, it was probably one of the best moments of my life. I hope Ive inspired some of you.

Senora Bryant,
Si no tuviera Usted como profesora, no podria escribir esta oracion. Me encanta la idioma de Espanol. Ha ensenarme mucho pero no comprende que estaba aprendiendo porque solamente tuvo que hablar y hacer cosas de gramatica. Muchas personas le usa a su ventaja porque sabe que es muy flexible, pero le respecto mucho y mi clase de espanol he sido uno de mis favoritos en mis anos escolares.

Translation:
If I didnt have you for a teacher, I could not write this sentence. I love the spanish language. You have taught me a lot but I did not understand that I was learning because I only had to take and do grammar work. Many people use you to their advantage because they know that youre flexible, but I respect you and my spanish class has been one of my favorite clases in school.

Sometimes I get sick of being mediocre.

There are certain moments in that small stretch of time that precedes a fierce storm where the immediate sky is a bright sunny blue. Facing one direction it appears to be a calm day of cumulus clouds reflecting the suns warm rays. However, suddenly a slight breeze cause a certain chill. Thus, the opposite direction signals the impending doom. Streaks of far off rain line the dim murky sky, a warning of the cold, frightening storm. No. It isn't a baptism, nor rejuvenating. However, I guess you could call it the start of a new life.

Welcome to my current situation.

I love my life, but I'm mentally done with high school and want to go to college. I don't want to be alone. I don't want this excruciating pain of forcing myself out of love.

Sometimes it is difficult to reassure myself that in the wake of this storm I will resurface stronger, with good memories and experiences, as an independent soul who can handle life.

In times like this, it is also difficult to remember that I've chosen a career where I can positively affect other people and that means more to me than a prestigious degree or university. Though I know that this is what I want to do with my life, in the back of my heart I have this lingering feeling that I'm settling, especially every time some one looks at me with : the why-are-you-going-to-Bowling-Green" look, which is only erased with my addition of the phrase, "I got full tuition." I don't want to have to validate to anyone that my college choice is only okay because I got money for going there. There's more to Ohio than Ohio State, believe it or not. Yes, my boyfriend is going ivy, but I'm going to be the person that people cite in 20 years as "having helped influenced them to reach their potential."




Does anyone have a better way of coping than listening to the following song and crying myself to sleep? If so, I'd greatly appreciate it. And please don't say read the bible. My faith isnt strong enough for that.

And after the storm,
I run and run as the rains come
And I look up, I look up,
on my knees and out of luck,
I look up.

Night has always pushed up day
You must know life to see decay
But I won't rot, I won't rot
Not this mind and not this heart,
I won't rot.

And I took you by the hand
And we stood tall,
And remembered our own land,
What we lived for.

And there will come a time, you'll see, with no more tears.
And love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears.
Get over your hill and see what you find there,
With grace in your heart and flowers in your hair.

And now I cling to what I knew
I saw exactly what was true
But oh no more.
That's why I hold,
That's why I hold with all I have.
That's why I hold.

I will die alone and be left there.
Well I guess I'll just go home,
Oh God knows where.
Because death is just so full and mine so small.
Well I'm scared of what's behind and what's before.

And there will come a time, you'll see, with no more tears.
And love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears.
Get over your hill and see what you find there,
With grace in your heart and flowers in your hair.

And there will come a time, you'll see, with no more tears.
And love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears.
Get over your hill and see what you find there,
With grace in your heart and flowers in your hair

More lyrics: http://www.lyricsmania.com/after_the_storm_lyrics_mumford_and_sons.html
All about Mumford And+Sons: http://www.musictory.com/music/Mumford+And+Sons

You know what sucks?

When you realize that your boyfriend is better than you at everything, which makes you feel inferior and depressed and just not good enough.

But you can't really turn to anyone because they only one that would care is your boyfriend. But oh wait, he's better than you in the first place.

I guess Ill just have fun slacking off at a state school to become a teacher and not get paid anything because of Senate Bill 5.


Sometimes I wish someone would have pushed me to my potential.