A Poem
I have had the privilege of teaching some of the most amazing and wonderful students during my years in education. Here is a poem that was sent to me by a former student who is now entering his junior year in high school. You can read more about him and read more of his works using this link.
Ripening Truth
through borrowed lips and twisted tongue
the ripening fruit of human young
fulfill their embryonic
Rock, Paper, Scissors
One of my best friends is named Eric. He is a bit of a smartass. But damn funny. Here’s what he has to say about Rock, Paper, Scissors:
I get how scissors can beat paper. I get how rock can beat scissors. But, there is no way paper can beat rock! When the game was explained to me I was told that the paper wraps itself around the rock immobilizing it.