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Holiness begins at yourself

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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Christmas, I feel sick ...

So you thought you know well that a troll came m'étrangler in my sleep? Pantoute ! But do not imagine I'll give you an explanation of my silence. It was my vacation, I wanted to enjoy it, too bad it all '.

Ben here! Y 'us silly. There's not been a month of holidays for sure!

No, it's true. Except that, despite a wealth of subjects and constantly growing, I thought not the drive to write, no time. Tell Mother and Unworthy company. Become a slave to my blog? No thank you! And if I give you too much, you will eventually acquire a taste and to always want more.

And then there was Kwismas . That moment of joy and sharing. You might think that for us, teachers-who-will-complain-the-belly-full d'avantages-social as we repeat the fact all the time, is the good life. In reality, it is not so simple. If you exult in the idea certainly well-deserved holiday, Christmas is also a peak panic insured. And it has nothing to do with shopping.

course, it starts the week before the holidays. It's almost a sacrilege recognized in the profession not to prepare a small Christmas crafts to report to mom and dad. Whether the little fir surrounded by cotton wool hard as a rock because of excess glue or a candy cane reindeer transformed into an addition with a cleverly organized pipe cleaners and plastic beads, what to do! Luckily, the 3rd cycle, I avoid me what kind of cheesy devoid of any teaching. Suggest a hobby for students 5th or 6th year, as they talk about Santa Claus. Plans so they are really interested in religious education in order to exorcise you. In my case, it would take several years studying theology.

I'm doing so far. I do not DIY, but not want to spent Christmas in silence. Nope! They want decorations. I hate decorate my classroom! Whether it's Halloween, Easter, Valentine's Day, birthdays, for Hanukkah, the Feast of the Queen, I scierais hands with a knife butter rather than decorate. But no ... I do the same! Worse is, they want more activities! I can not even plan or assessment work. Apparently it's not very nice. Who said I was? Again, I crouches games, film, dance, what they want as long as I can threaten them all day to give them work if they do not subside big nerve.

The real stress is not there. I whining, but the activities and decorations are worth the bottles of wine, port and chocolate boxes that I receive (You think still not I give myself all this trouble for nothing ... No? For real? ... What you're cute!). In short, the real stress, one that resonates like a bell fire throughout the week and we will whirring in the background during the holidays, one that we lacerating the stomach, intestines and tear us shakes our heart as a vice, lies in this single fact:

"My God! There's just six months! "

And it hood. It annoyed that it went too fast. We nibble their nails to see everything that has not been seen so little of it covered. It always ends to wonder if our students are not slower than last year. But no, it's always the same. We do not tame. And it will be worse after the break, the Easter break and 1 June In this

mood I'm in this January, as many of my colleagues. Because I'm back at work full late stage in full-term evaluations, full rush of corrections in full hair pulling because the notes to put in the newsletter. Go two or three gravol and I return!

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