free writing by a space cadet

Why is it that when I really need something to write about I just start writing. It’s as though when you free write it finally gets right. Speaking of can't get right... its good to see him playing well for the packers on Monday night. No more rhyming that tends not to be my style but then again either is this. This is something I can't explain, a voice that I am not familiar with. This writer's voice is overwhelmed with chicanery. A term from grammar school. When off in the distance their arose such a clatter, this a line from a Christmas story, I forget which one off hand. I amaze myself sometimes as to how scatter brained I can be. Imagine only being able to imagine, and that’s how I feel sometimes, now being one of those times. Imagine it was wonderful and it was. Imagine it was terrible and it was. Imagine it will hurt you and it will. Imagine it will save you, and it will. The mind is unknown, we must conquer it and use its power to save us.
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Quote of the Day

"Only a true human can use reverse psychology on himself."
- Doug Schierloh

quote of the day

"It takes great courage to grow up and become who you really are."

- E.E. Cummings

True Story:

True story:

Where were you born… was the topic of a short conversation I had with a kid today. “I was born in California because that’s where my dad lived, and my mom flew in an airplane to visit him, when she got there she had me. But then my Dad disappeared and so we came back here. Then my mom disappeared, and so now I live with my Grandma.” I couldn’t imagine being 8 years old and having to deal with the fact that both my parents disappeared, leaving me all alone. I guess he taught me something today.

a conversation

I look forward to going to school everyday, especially when I go to the behavior classrooms. I look forward to those challenges. The challenge of relating to emotionally disturbed children on a daily basis is very rewarding for me. Knowing that I am making a difference in some kid’s life, even if only a small one is the best gift I can give them, and it makes me feel good. These kids have had rough lives. I feel for them, I really do. I feel like I have been very blessed with everything that I have that is for sure. When I see what these kids have been through at their young age it makes me cringe.
I had a student tell me that he had thoughts of killing himself, because he felt so bad. It was his twelfth birthday that day. At the end of that day I sat at the desk and reflected on my day and I honestly had a hard time with that conversation. It just angered me that some parents can be such horrible parents. A boy celebrating his birthday should have a lot more to talk about, but the fact that he trusted me enough to come to me and talk to me, left me with a feeling of accomplishment. At the end of our talk he told me that he was glad that we had our chat, he said he felt better. I guess that being there at that school that day was my purpose. Not even that it is about me but that conversation will influence that kid’s life. Even if only for a short time, and he doesn’t remember it a year from now, I’ll always know that kid needed someone to talk to, he needed to get some things off his chest and I was there for him to talk to.