The importance of Education
Education does not make you happy, and nor does freedom.
We do not become happy just because we are free if we are. Or because we have been educated if we have. But because education may be the means by which we realize we are happy.
It opens our eyes, our ears, tells us where delights are lurking, convinces us that there is only one freedom of any importance whatsoever, that of the mind, and gives us the assureance the confidence to walk the path our mind, our educated mind, offers.
I Teach
I teach because there is a great fulfillment that comes in working with girls and boys.
I teach because I want to be a sculptor, and I can do so, by shaping lives for the future.
I teach because I want to be an artist, and I can do so, by painting dreams for children.
I teach because I want to be a musician, and I can in giving inspiration to children.
I teach because I want to be a historian, and I can in having recorded something for the lives of great man to come.
I teach because I want to be a poet, ans I can in writing impressive passages of mankind.
I teach because the reward I receive when a child's frowns turn to smiles, or when he/she says, "Now I understand."
I teach becauce the personal growth I receive each day as I venture out on a quest for knowledge and techniques to help my students understand.
I teach for it is in this where I can see the worthwhile and ture fullfilment of living.
Ladies and gentlemen, I teach, we teach.
May I see you again
"May I see you again?" he asked. There was an enduring nervousness in his voice.
I smiled. "Sure."
"Tomorrow?" he asked.
"Patience, grasshopper," I counseled. "You do not want to seem overeager."
"Right, that is why I said tomorrow," he said. "I want to see you again tonight. But I am willing to wait all night and much of tomorrow." I rolled my eyes. "I am serious," he said.
"You do not even have my phone number," he said.
"I strongly suspect you have wrote it in the book."
He broke out into that goofy smile. "And you say we do not know each other."
Your Perfect Match
He is not perfect. You are not either, and the two of you will never be perfect.
But if he can make you laugh at least once, causes you to think twice, and if he admits to being human and making mistakes, hold onto him and give him the most you can.
He is not going to quote poetry, he is not thinking about you every moment, but he will giv you a part of him that he konws you could break.
Do not hurt him, do not change him，and do not except for more than he can give.
Do not analyze.
Smile when he makes you happy, yell when he makes you mad, and miss him when he is not there. Love hard where there is love to be had.
Because perfect guys do not exists, but there is always one guy that is perfect for you.
Christmas Gifts
I never believed in Santa Claus. None of us kids did. Mom and Dad refused to let us. They could not afford expensive presents and they did not want us to think we were not as good as other kids who, on Christmas morning, found all sorts of fancy toys under the tree that were supposedly left by Santa Claus.
Dad had lost his job, and when Christmas came that year, we had no money at all. On Christmas Eve, Dad took each of us kids out into the dissert night one by one.
"Pick out your favorite star,"Dad said.
"I like that one!" I said.
Dad frinned, "that is Venus," he said. He explained to me that planets glowed because reflected light was constant and stars twinkled because their light pulsed.
"I like it anyway," I said.
"What the hell," Dad said. "It is Christmas. You can have a planet if you want."
And he gave me Venus.
Venus did not have any moons or satellites or even a magnetic field, but it did have an atmosphere sort of similar to Earth's, except it was super hot——about 500 degrees or more. "So," Dad said,"when the sun starts to burn out and the Earth turns cold, everyone might want to move to Venus to get warm. And they will have to get permission from your descendants first."
We laughed about all the kids who believed in the Santa myth and got nothing for Christmas but a bunch of cheap plastic toys. "Years from now, when all the junk they got is broken and long forgotten", Dad said, "you will still have your stars."