jonontopic
We went camping last summer in north Georgia. It was a weekend of drinking and smoking and building fires to cook on. It was a great time without a doubt. The nights were rough though since we didn't have a good mat to sleep on though and on the last day it stormed pretty bad. We're also fairly certain that a large wild animal was on our camp sight, probably eating the beans that we spilled from cooking drunk.
Digging... always digging. One more stone. One more mineral. Always in search of that perfect stone. Dig, dig, dig.
I'm making the announcement to all who list, I want to tell you how much I really do not like the blatant disregard for human life that is glorified. On that note, I also do not like it when people use something as propaganda in favor of a racist and unjust war. If you are one of those that cannot differentiate between nationalism and patriotism then it is within both of our interests that you just go your own way.
I like to think that I've integrated different cultures into my classroom. I have students from here in the US to students from Vietnam and parts of Africa. It isn't an easy task and trying to appeal to all of the cultures can be tough sometimes when I'm not completely familiar with all of them. Every year it seems like I meet someone from a new country. Without a doubt, being a teacher is an international job.
I hear every day about "he offended me" or "she called me sexist" or "but think about the children." All I can think about is how much I want to kick their wallowing ass.
One day I would like to say that I traveled the globe. I know that it will likely never happen unless people suddenly start to play preschool teachers what they deserve. It's alright though, I can visit all sorts of places locally I suppose.
I still remember the moment that it happened. The three words that completely devastated all remnants of my life as I knew it. I would be a different man for hearing it uttered. My friends would miss me and I them. My family would cry and so would I. All freedom as I knew it would be stripped away from me. As the doctor said the words to me I knew that I would change nothing in my life to stop these words. "Your baby boy," the doctor said to me handing over that bundle of tiny, crying flesh.
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