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dinner ... be recognized

be greated

15 minutes of fame, and then some.
Two students bade me holiday greetings.

Also, no animosity in her voice, freshmen came into the school were I was today and reminded me that I wrote referrals to them. Sadly, I don't remember that and her details were faulty, as I wasn't at the mentioned school during the year she mentioned, but she and her friend bade me well anyway.
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that being said,
for fame I'm not working, but rather hoping that every following generation is greater, smarter, and more prepared than the last. Moreover, that they are broader thinkers than those before.

Remembering school, clearly we were taught two dimensionally -- limited in application of knowledge and versatility of what is known and usable.

Stupid questions do exist, but generally are born of ignorance of not focusing or of not listening to that question alreayd being answered or more wickedly, the desire of the fool to be fed the knowledge without having to think or remember.
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A wonderful contrast to this is a student who intentionally leaves his metal aid (walker) in favor of walking and growing stronger. A stong spirit defies what other might see as a weakness, instead is more like having two lefts -- a rarity, but not diminishing.

Christmas song

personally, I find this delightful, especially as it flows with my age: (sounds like Van Halen's Panama, until you listen to the lyrics)

ApologetiX, Sanata Claus

I normally wouldn't post this, but

I believe I did get a chance to teach her. The first student I remember no longer being around -- specifically, dying was in 2nd grade (Jan.) at the time of her young death, due to heart conditions. Micheala.

It is disheartening. In the above case, case managers had a large workload, in helping the family and local community, as well as helping the students cope with the situation. At the time of this writing, there is no addtional information. Often, custodial battles bring abductions, then other times, there are other reasons. Here, I believe it is the latter.

It doesn't help when parents are routinely late in picking up the kids and getting them to school. Some students have such an erratic routine that the term no longer applies. Doubtfully anyone who reads this will see / recognize her, but it serves the point of doing the right thing for all people, especially those who need it most.

I personally believe in bounties on criminals. Sometimes: wanted live; sometimes wanted dead or alive; sometimes wanted subdued and recognizable (i.e.: dead okay)

Spam 1

I shall begin collecting the silly subjects of spam mail that my filter pulls away, waiting for my decision:

"Go turnoff or rigmarole"
"And fly by imposition "

If then

I magically got a gig today ... the last day before Christmas vacation. I've been subbing so long, I forget that some people don't remember or know me. I re-introduced myself. The class did some, but little of consequence. One fiendish paper was a compilation of math problems some of which were dastardly evil!

I had the option of sending down everyone to the party, but held back a few kids who were of exceptional behavior, it warranted it. Ah, being town Marshall again. I'm just missing my trusty six-shooter "peacemaker".

It was a delight to me, however when I got hugs at the end of the day and that one girl was noticing that she was nearly as tall as I am. This filled her with much pride.

One girl in the class I had treated me to a bag of treats. Isn't that sweet?!

In other news, my niece is finding out more about her brother who, in my opinion makes a great arse or ass of himself. It is speculated that he might be a genetic contributor to a person -- this is not to say a father, who compassionately raises his child (ren), ultimately knowing they will oneday be adults.

I believe it more likely to be a Mory Povitch or Montel urban story of a fatherless birth or of such an unknown parentage that Poirot or Columbo couldn't find the real genetic donor given many leads and clues. Who's baby is it? Tony Shalhoub calmly stating, "I don't know."

He's presently laid up in hospital after minor knee surgery.
"Helpless. Hopeless. Friendless ... unemployed, in Greenland!"
I guess, according to my sister, that his "macking" had a significant influence on the weak minded -- namely the drizzle of half-brained dips he's been ... with. I don't know that I'd call it dating, for "he's got no money; he's got no car"; he's got stupid women, and there you are.

His line has been, "I'm on a record label for rapping" ["lies to sound like the truth" apparently was omitted]. Also, that his folks were footing the bill for food, housing, medical, insurance (auto, if he ever again gets one) and cell phone. He must have been one of those Corey Haim cases, eh?

As a dogmatic Cahtolic, well declaring that he is virtuous and SO-Catholic, it was an eye-opening experience for his youngest sister to find out the extent to his lies. It was unshocking to me. If you have to tell people you are a good person, you probably don't show it too well.

Anyway ... Christmas will be .... uh, better without him / them (girlfiend -- current, the one who isn't pregnant) and his royal ass.

My Friday wasn't that bad, I think I'll just listen to some music and read something -- thinking pleasant thoughts and remembering hugs and well-wishings from kids and adults!