We all have our little morning routine. For me, it is to stretch the snooze as long as possible (I really chose the wrong profession for the groundhog that I am), take a hot shower, get dressed, I add cream but not my hair, feed the dog, the dog out and take the subway to work. I have lunch en route, forming part of this race who can not swallow anything at least an hour after jumping out of bed without rushing his stomach. So I get in the subway a carton of milk and two muffins (usually blueberries). Before arriving at school, I go through a long corridor in a mall, after which a homeless man sleeping. I put a muffin next to him and I finish my journey to school.
Sometimes it is not there. So I floss face with both full of trans fat muffins and rolls I all morning. But often there is. He is still sleeping so I never know whether or not eat my muffin, if another stabbed him, etc.. So you can imagine that yesterday when he grabbed my arm when I committed my mischief, I almost died.
- PoUrKoé K'tu fe ssa?
The rancid smell and dirt, the breath to the point of ethyl numb the area's wildlife, glassy-eyed, toothless mouth, which escapes my gaze to fall on his own gangrenous foot. And this question! A trap, definitely. Am I just really wonder why I did that? Goodness requires courage. Seriously I found my class to be sadistic wish.
- Because I can not do more.
I did not have to disengage myself. He let me go. I still even had the impression of flight. Is there any need to tell you that I was disturbed by this interlude homeless. Especially by my answer. Not being able to do more.
is quite topical at this time of newsletters, where we continually wondered what we can do more for our students who are struggling. Those with a plan adapted, we follow those in recovery, which is provided a method for their organization of work, which gives you more time to finish a review, those for whom it wakes up night ... It's always the same three or four students (I am a "generous").
few years ago, when I killed myself to work and I was plummeting toward burnout, a colleague told me: "Accursed Prof, you can not at all 'to save them! "It changed my life. I learned to let go and give myself to my students in a fair measure. It was a very difficult statement to accept. It still is today. For some, I can not do anything more. So I do what I can.
It's tough being an ordinary man.
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