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Tornado warning Gathered in the basement-- Grandma checks her email 2-27-2011

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Hail on the rooftop Tornados passing nearby She sleeps in the basement 2-27-2011

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Late-night verse rush My cousin dozes and dreams While waiting for me 2-26-2011 [we were both pretty tired from the week and weekend, but she offered to stay up and listen to more verses so that I could meet my verse goal for the campaign itself]

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The pretty cookies Were not supposed to consume All of my life force 2-12-2011

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I forgive Whom you forgive In Christ's stead 2-11-2011

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Not sure I measure up very well Faith, works, tongue, heart 2-12-2011

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Grace and comfort To the sorrowful sinner: Forgiveness 2-11-2011

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Nighttime stillness reigns The house sleeps as I wind down Time to read God's Word 2-13-2011

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2-13-2011 Valentine Sunday Children choose cookies to give With eager hearts

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"All His saints"?Joyful glory, two-edged vengeance--Not me today 2-15-2011

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At the end of the day At the end of the psalms Praise the LORD 2-18-2011

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2-18-2011 Perplexities: Topics returned to after Being set aside

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Life's vain circle-- Birth, death, pain, sorrow--it ends When the good King comes 2-17-2011

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The wise king arrives-- Wolf, lamb, rival tribes agree, Led by a toddler 2-16-2011

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2-18-2011 Seven-month baby-- When mom and dad arrive, The sun comes out

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Ticking clock beats time-- The girl sits poised, pen in hand Gathering thoughts

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2-16-2011 Tragedy--bringing Lovers together since Romeo and Juliet

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Is there still enough? Why am I praying so much? Questions of the day.

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2-11-2011 Rapture--Bema Seat Watching rewards meted out What will be my thoughts?

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Tiny handwriting I try to condense myself Less space

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Laughter fills the room Scraps of thoughts on paper Mingle with dinner's crumbs

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Easy annoyance-- Is it my character Or tiredness talking?

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Delicate, wet snow-- Winter gives tree-house slats A new coat of paint

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Early morning I am an oxymoron-- Sluggishly alert

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2-25-2011 Emerging to find the room dark And Grant hiding from me on a lark, I emitted no yell, But the joke went so well, His mom heard the whole story arc!

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2-25-2011 Darkened basement Black shirt blends with shadow Nighttime surprise OR Dark basement-- Picking my way through debris-- Grant springs his surprise

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Exhaustion Closing in, surrounding me-- So I stay up late

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I've been here before-- Fearful for vibrant hearts: What am I to do?

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Dead winter branches Green- and pink-tinted edges How could I forget?

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The funny thing is Ev'ry goodbye seems final To you when you're young

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Rotic Valentine's Friendship served up with dessert Just between us girls (We threw a "rotic Valentine's" party this year--it was more fun than the law of averages allows, but I'm more than happy to break that law on occasion *wink*)

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Leaf-patterned carpet Cold, white, plush to booted feet God redecorates

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Day of joy and tears: Thrilled over children's verses Crying at midnight

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Key to Success Campaign (a month-long verse-quoting contest) Life discourages Quoting verses by volume Brings back my gladness

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slight smell of matches spurt of flame, yellow and blue tiny crackling fire (woodwick candles are so much fun!)

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Tonight I recall How young I am and weak, small Young but old somehow

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Not okay tonight Having trust trouble again Weary in my soul

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Still house, low music The house settles into sleep Night has come once more

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Candy-coated trees Lift sugared limbs to the sky Winter candy land

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I began an exercise during the month of February in which I attempted to capture something about the day in haiku or senryu form. (actually, the exercise itself only lasted through the month of Feb) The basic format is 3 lines of approximately 17 syllables, usually 17 AT THE MOST. Typically, the first line has 5 syllables, the second 7, the last 5 again. Also, the goal of haiku is to

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They were not men to stand on ceremony, he thought, and they knew that true authority came from sharing the hard work, not attempting to place oneself above it.

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In preparing for yesterday's Sunday school lesson, I just ran across Matthew 16:21-26 again. It's the passage in which Jesus--right after Peter has spoken aloud the truth that Jesus is the Messiah of Israel--explains the part of the Messiah prophecies He has come to carry out: He has not come to rule but to die. That doesn't line up with Peter's expectations for the Messiah, no sir! It's at this

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Traitorous nostalgia!--lying to me that the flowers of the past contain everything I long for, while All I truly desire is in the present! Luke24:5b & John8:58

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Just heard from a former student of mine. I taught him in 7th grade, and he graduated last June. In his first year of college, God has been working in his life and he plans on going on a missions trip this summer. He was writing to ask for support--prayer and financial if possible. I'm reminded of III John verse 4 "I have no greater joy than to hear that my children walk in truth." He ended his

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Just heard ad on the CA classical station: "The San Francisco Symphony presents the St. Louis Symphony this Saturday @ Davies Symphony Hall"!

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Just realized that I'm nearly done with my 8th year of teaching. It's hard to believe that many years have gone by already! Yet it's how I live my life :)

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"I'm of the opinion that for every one person who wants to teach, there are thirty people who don't want to learn." ~ Sarah Jane from New Faces, New Friends

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"Thou wilt shew me the path of life: in Thy presence is fulness of joy; at Thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore." Psalm 16:11 :)

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Every time I lay me down to sleep,I give myself to You, O Lord, to keep;Your arm my shield while I rest, unaware;I roll upon your shoulders all my care.

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Maybe if I don't have the strength to "stand in the gap" right now, I can at least sit in it & help to "make up the hedge" . . . :)

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Cleaning out a computer that has more bugs than a hive of termites . . .

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On a t-shirt showing a Lockheed Martin U-2 airplane: "In God we trust, All others we monitor"

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I think every teacher is faced with such times as these: times when there is much to accomplish in a short timespan. Somehow, to accomplish the goal, the teacher has to not only keep her own mind but marshal the minds of her students into the same direction without trampling their ideas, without making them keenly feel their ignorance of the big picture, without overwhelming them with the big

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In which I learn that the ideas in my QUICK AND CLEVER BEADING book may all be clever but are not all quick . . . .

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In Sunday School during our study of Daniel, the kids were given handouts to complete as they read the chapters in their daily Bible reading. The handouts were fill-in-the-blank style, and here is Ethan's (age 6?) version of the story from Daniel 5 [his answers will be in caps]--"The Handwriting on the Wall" King Belshazzar held a FEAST. He & his guests drank wine from God's temple AND and

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"Of course, when they were younger, my parents spent most of their time fighting crime. After all, that's what people with superpowers do--at least until they realize they have to get real jobs." ~Ordinary Boy  "As usual, Plasma Girl was thinking sensibly--the last thing a superhero on a mission wants to do." ~Ordinary Boy (from The Extraordinary Adventures of Ordinary Boy book one: The Hero

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One of my students did a grammar assignment where he had to guess the meanings of words based on the roots of the words. The book gave him some roots to use but left some for him to guess by himself. Circumscribe was one of the latter--the book told him what "circum" meant but not "scribe."  What he put down makes an awesome "Daffynition." CIRCUMSCRIBE: a writer who moves around. =D

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2 Peter 1:2-3 Today's multiplication problem :) . . . or maybe it's a chemistry equation! :D

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Why poetry from the Germanic tribes was mostly oral: their fingers were too cold to write anything down! ;)

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So . . . it's probably a bit cliched to state that I'm testing out something new to me--blogging from my phone. But that's exacty what I'm doing ;)

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"in Just" by e e cummings seems to have a lot in common with sprintime in Missouri! This year seems especially "mudluscious" and "puddle-wonderful"! in Just- spring when the world is mud- luscious the little lame baloonman whistles far and wee and eddyandbill come running from marbles and piracies and it's spring when the world is puddle-wonderful the queer old

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I 've become semi-nocturnal, I think. By the time night has fallen, my brain has woken up completely; and in the stillness night brings I can think and ponder. I love the quietness that comes with night--no place to go, nothing that I have to do anymore . . . except get ready for the next day. But even the getting ready seems a little easier now that night has come and everyone is asleep and I

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It's late . . . but that's nothing new. I get home from work late: late at night, later than I planned, etc. I come in the door knowing that Grandma is already sleeping and chuckling to myself over her last suggestion before I left for work (an "unexpected shift"; yes, the quotation marks belong around both words)--she told me that I should just change into my pj's so that I could just fall into

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1. When I searched for a poem today that I had published in an earlier blog but couldn't go to at the moment on my own blog, one of the first sites that came up with the poem was my own blog!!! So wierd =) and cool.2. I had my taxes done professionally this year. I had a coupon but thought that it was only for easy tax situations (mine is not "easy"--two states to file in, plus filing for my own

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It hits you in between the eyes in the middle of the day. Or it suddenly throws your mouth wide open before you can stop the urge to show the people around you a glimpse of the Grand Canyon for free. It makes you do dumb things like leaving the ends off of your words or forgetting what you came into the room to do in the first place.It's called "being tired."And it usually hits you when you can't

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I found this poem the other day when I was going through literature class with one of my students. I makes me smile . . . a lot. Especially since we used to have a cat =) By the way, what's the dictionary abbreviation for the title of this poem? ;-)"Catalogue" by Rosalie Moore Cats sleep fat and walk thin.Cats, when they sleep, slump;When they wake, pull in-And where the plump's beenThere's

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One of my students is doing a project on the Cornelia Meigs book SWIFT RIVERS (I highly recommend it to those who have not read it. Yes, it is a children's book. No, it's not for children only--though having a healthy inner child might help you enjoy it more).The author gives pretty specific information about the setting--including the President at the time and locations on the river that can

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so.One of my bosses resigned.I'm sad she's gone, but I totally understand why she left.I understand even better than I did before she left: I'm "filling in" for her.Until they get someone else.Soon?There's so much to do!And I'm enjoying all I'm learning, but I'm not enjoying all the time I don't have to do other things . . . like living and working and getting things done . . . and sleeping.Ok,

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At least I'm not typing blind this time around =)My cousin worked on my grandma's computer at Thanksgiving, and from Thanksgiving to Christmas, I enjoyed the freedom of actually being able to use the internet and being able to access my sites that I typically access. It felt a little like being able to stretch after being cramped for a while. Well, a couple days ago, the computer, in the middle

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Every year at Christmas when I was a kid, Mom and Dad or Grandpa and Grandma would get my family an advent calendar. Starting on the first of December, we would open one box or door each day, revealing either a piece of the Christmas story or a piece of candy. Since moving out of the house, I no longer take part with them in this Christmas tradition, but the wonder of it still fascinates me.This

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What a night! Last night was a late night at work for me--partly my fault, though. I needed to finish preparing the lessons for Sylvan's Friday students, so that meant staying late after all the other students and teachers went home. Only this time, my boss Michelle stayed, too, because she had some work to do . . . and for one other reason: she wanted to see her nephew on TV. He was on the new

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I've received a gift tonight. It wasn't there when I last checked my online life to see if it was still alive and to see how alive it actually was. But it's there now. And it's one of those gifts with several little pieces that are to be opened one at a time. Things are working as they should be working tonight online: I can actually see what I am typing when I post a comment to someone's blogger

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Funny. I've never thought myself a poet, but poetry-ish stuff seems easier to write these days than prose! It's as though life is coming to me in bite-sized pieces rather than whole. Or like it's so deep that only poetry will do to capture the many layers in its mountain. Strange. And it's even funnier that none of it's truly poetic. Still, it's kinda fun to write poetry of sorts. I'll just

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Last day at home. I hate last days at home. Coming home is so much fun, but then I have to leave again. After such a short amount of time. It seems to get harder and harder.And then there's so much to do before leaving again! And I was going to accomplish so much. But before that I was going to blog--finally, after having waited so long to post, I was going to post again. And then I got to

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So, I'm posting. But this isn't one of those uplifting posts, so don'tget your hopes up. This is one of those "annoyed with . . . " posts.I'm annoyed with my body: it's getting sick . . . or worse!I'm annoyed with all that I have to do and can't get done.I'm annoyed with everything that keeps standing in the way of gettingit done (like getting sick).I'm annoyed with feeling like I'd like to

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I celebrated a little today. I felt like going out for ice cream orthrowing a party (well, a small one, a very small one but a partynonetheless). A student of mine finished a major project today! Aresearch paper, in fact, and one that has caused endless amounts offrustration, plentiful moments of consternation, and a plethora of newlearning opportunities (for both of us!). Talk about exciting!

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Yay! the telephone headset Grandma found for the land line works!!!Mom could hear me just fine tonight when I called her =) I love beingable to talk on the phone without having to hold a telephone in myhand. I think I'm getting spoiled.

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"potpourri" is sometimes used of a mixture of little pieces ofunrelated information. I have usually been annoyed by this usage ofthe word, yet here I am using it myself. I couldn't think of a betterword for this odd assorment of unrelated thoughts. [Now, if I can justkeep from connecting them all together . . .]Today was a slow-starting day. And now it's a slow-ending day. There'ssomething about

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Looking through the treasures of the day:What to offer?What will be of value?The weather report's a staple--bread and butter, at least;Complaints about health--my healthher healthhis healththeir healthour health--Rarely preferredAlways allowedSometimes latched onto: a bargain.We'll take these to-go;Too little to talk for hours.An anecdote's okSometimes worth a smile,Less frequently a

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I love the status bar on Facebook. It's my favorite feature. I enjoytrying to think up ways to fit what's going on in my life into theprompt "Joy is . . . " It's a challenge sometimes. More than that, Ilove seeing what my friends are up to. How else would I know thatformer teachers of mine are biking, attending concerts, and going tothe dentist? How else would I know that former classmates of

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In posting from the computer I normally use, Blogger does not actually allow me to see what I am typing: I spend my time typing blind. While that occupation has its usefulness (such as stimulating my under-used brain cells to perform new feats of computation), actually SEEING what I am typing is definitely preferable. So here I sit at a computer that will allow me to see what I am typing.This

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I'm irked. Why? Well, that's a good question. Maybe because mycomputer froze up on me. Maybe because I have to get up and go to worktomorrow. Maybe because there are people I'd like to talk to but can'tget in touch with them. But basically it's because living up to myname is very hard. My parents named me "Joy" and my Heavenly Fathernamed me after His Son. But I look inside and don't see the

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I enjoy eating with chopsticks. Yes, it's partly because I can do it,but it's mostly because eating with chopsticks has a different feelthan eating with cutlery does. Chopsticks cause me to think about myfood in a different way--you have to grab some pieces of food at justthe right angle to maintain your hold on them! I have learned to eatmany different things with chopsticks, but I usually wait

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It's official: I no longer carry a California driver's license. Soonmy car will no longer sport California plates. *sigh* But in my heartI'm still a California girl. Mom seemed surprised at that, but CA ispart of my heart--the San Francisco Bay Area is still my hometown. AndI miss it sometimes. Like right now.

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Late-night thoughts from August 16Sorry, Josh and Shannon. Sorry everyone else that loves Macintoshcomputers. I respect your love of macs, but I hate Macintoshcomputers! After spending the evening getting kicked off of theinternet every time I accessed Facebook; after typing away blithely atone message or another only to find that the computer has short-termmemory loss and can't find where he put

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August 20, 2007First things first: I am moving. Not on the web, but I am physicallytaking my things two doors down the street to move in with myGrandmother. Why? for lots of reasons--for as many reasons as I hadfor staying in my aunt and uncle's house. Yes, I prayed over thedecisions (agonized over the decision, in fact), asked advice on thedecision. And in the end, I decided to take this

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I have finally decided something about sushi: I love it!Mybirthday and my friend David's birthday were this week, so we gottogether with some friends (Chaiwat and Jenn, Stephen and Mamie, andStan) to go for a walk/hike at Lake Chabot and then go out for dinner.Jenn asked me what I was hungry for, and I gave my usual honest answer,"Anything is fine.""That's what I figured you would say," she

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OK, so actually it's not my alter-ego (I really haven't had one since I was like 3 years old and thought I was Superman--literally, Mom says. Wait, no, I take that back: I had an alter-ego when I was in upper elementary and middle school, but this one sorta faded away and is a memory, a good memory but a memory nonetheless. Anyway . . . *feels old middle-school alter-ego looking at her to remind

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This article on chattering reveals scientific research on the talkativeness of men and women. It makes me smile--I guess talking is basically a human thing to do! I must confess, though, that I don't like to hear the innocent progression of stereotyping and teasing ("women are chatterboxes") treated as borderline harassment of women in a sexist society--feminism really gets my dander up! I do not

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It's 12:00pm. The morning services have just sung their last songs and people begin mingling from all of the services: the 2nd hour English service, the 2nd hour Cantonese service, probably the Mandarin service, and the Sunday school classes. I locate my parents and move towards them, stopping to chat with a former student from my first year of teaching who has spent the last couple years

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The first week of summer school is over. It FLEW past! But each day was so full that it hardly seems possible we have only been in school for 3 days! To make things a little more mushed in my brain, my other years of summer school keep running into one another and I keep forgetting which year things happened.It's good to see kids I have gotten to know over the years, especially these last 3 years

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The other day I was testing a new 4th grader for enrollment at Sylvan:In the middle of the process, he pipes in with "How many kids do you have?""None," I answer, ready to proceed with the test."Well, do you have any grandkids?"I'm attempting to take it as a compliment. =)

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Another kid story:A couple nights ago at my teaching table, I had a 6th grader working on learning to write essays and a kindergartener(?) learning how to read. While Clarence, the 6th grader, was coming up with ideas for his paper about good friends, Darien, the little guy, was about to read a book about popcorn.It's good to get kids thinking about what they are going to read before they read it

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Oops!I regretted saying it about 5 minutes after it was out of my mouth. By that time, Tammy had had plenty of time to do her best to make the backpack feel like a vital member of our working community.At Sylvan, the kids are grouped at tables of three students to one teacher. Each student is working on his individual assignments, and the teacher monitors the progress of all three, making sure

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I love my job! I teach at a Sylvan Learning Center in the evenings this year, and I love it! Tonight, little Tammy came in all excited when she saw that she was going to be at my table. She's gotta be around 6 years old, and for her life is a party. We don't really do "Math"; we play lots of games instead (Math games, of course!):"Ok, honey, are you ready to play a game with me?""Yeah!" wide-eyed

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A friend e-mailed me an obituary notice for an old mutual acquaintance. He was buried today—12 hours ago. He was someone that many people trusted, someone who used them and abused them, someone who never admitted the terrible wrongs he did but rather moved away to a new place after he could no longer pull the wool over the eyes of those he was harming. Hearing that he was dead was a shock (not

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I should be in bed, but I'm not. I'm blogging. Actually, I am getting caught up on some blogs that I haven't visited in a while. I guess it's about time I did. I missed a lot. But then again, it gives me something else to do rather than trying to decide the things that must be decided for tomorrow: what do I eat for lunch? what should I wear? And it gives me something else to do to stay up till

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The contents of my e-mail in-box were so completely opposite today that they gave me pause to ponder: one e-mail was a newsletter from the college I graduated from announcing two deaths of people I had some contact with, the other an e-mail from my friend Amy announcing the birth of her son. So different! Amy sent pictures to look at: like most new parents with cameras, they have MANY of him, but

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This is just to thank a few people--not that they'll read this, but I am grateful to them anyway!1. My pastor: he played "Cupid" so to speak this Valentine's Day Sunday at church. The girls had gifts for the guys to show our appreciation to our guys, and the guys had flowers for the girls, and Pastor knew about both of them. He told us to be ready at announcements time and allowed Es to announce

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