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The Waking
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I cannot go.
We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.
Light takes the Tree, but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me; so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.
--Theodore Roethke
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Joy's Updates - Straight from the Horse's Mouth.
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Sunday, December 14, 2003
Freak Out
There's an article in The Onion about a substitute teacher who went ballistic with a 3rd period freshman class. Hmmm, it made me think about my own 3rd block freshman English class who were the only ones that both substitutes complained about when I was out sick with the flu. She exclaimed to me when I got back that they acted like she wasn't even up there. I told her I understood perfectly and was glad she had them do write-offs. One of the students overheard the sub talking to the principal about them. The principal told the sub they were my delinquent class but that I loved them anyway. It takes a lot of energy and firmness to control them. I've asked them if they have ever been in school before or if they came in from the wild and just decided to attend school this year. It doesn't phase them. They don't have appropriate school manners. I know what that substitute in the article went through, and she's right about not getting paid enough to put up with this. Amen!
3:24:00 PM
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