Purple Orchid

 

Be Thankful

 

( My dear fellow students in teaching class, 

we celebrate our success in getting 101 students in our CEP program, 2nd term. :') awesome ! )

I was proud of myself as I decided to be a professional teacher.
Why ? After you read this poem, you will understand that the teacher makes your life meaningful.
Because the teacher plants seeds of knowledge that grow forever :') that's what I mean. 


"What Teachers Make"
by Taylor Mali

He says the problem with teachers is
What’s a kid going to learn
from someone who decided his best option in life
was to become a teacher?
He reminds the other dinner guests that it’s true
what they say about teachers:
Those who can, do; those who can’t, teach.
I decide to bite my tongue instead of his
and resist the temptation to remind the dinner guests
that it’s also true what they say about lawyers.
Because we’re eating, after all, and this is polite conversation.
I mean, you’re a teacher, Taylor.
Be honest. What do you make?
And I wish he hadn’t done that— asked me to be honest—
because, you see, I have this policy about honesty and ass-­‐kicking:
if you ask for it, then I have to let you have it.
You want to know what I make?
I make kids work harder than they ever thought they could.
I can make a C+ feel like a Congressional Medal of Honor
and an A-­‐ feel like a slap in the face.
How dare you waste my time
with anything less than your very best.
I make kids sit through 40 minutes of study hall
in absolute silence. No, you may not work in groups.
No, you may not ask a question.
Why won’t I let you go to the bathroom?
Because you’re bored.
And you don’t really have to go to the bathroom, do you?
I make parents tremble in fear when I call home:
Hi. This is Mr. Mali. I hope I haven’t called at a bad time,
I just wanted to talk to you about something your son said today.
To the biggest bully in the grade, he said,
“Leave the kid alone. I still cry sometimes, don’t you?
It’s no big deal.”
And that was noblest act of courage I have ever seen.
I make parents see their children for who they are
and what they can be.
You want to know what I make? I make kids wonder,
I make them question.
I make them criticize.
I make them apologize and mean it.
I make them write.
I make them read, read, read.
I make them spell definitely beautiful, definitely beautiful, definitely beautiful
over and over and over again until they will never misspell
either one of those words again.
I make them show all their work in math
and hide it on their final drafts in English.
I make them understand that if you’ve got this,
then you follow this,
and if someone ever tries to judge you
by what you make, you give them this.
Here, let me break it down for you, so you know what I say is true:
Teachers make a goddamn difference! Now what about you?

Blue Pink Classic

That Crazy Thing Called Love

I haven’t done much writing lately, but so many questions and feeling that I have.

What is it about someone that makes another person let them into their life, even when their logical brain is telling them to watch out? Why do some (rare) people seem to possess that magical quality that makes you fall head over heels, flat on your face, and stupidly ignore all internal warning bells until further notice? How can you turn it off? How can people that SEEM right for you not be the ones that grab your heart, while the one that CLEARLY isn’t is the one that you stop everything for?

And how can I still feel so much? When I know he don’t feel at all. How can I still cry like it happened just the night before?

I wish there was a way to turn my feelings off. Get rid of my emotions. I need to hide my heart. It’s a simple notion. When I meet his eyes and enter past the sheath of attraction

He sees me. :)

For me and cups my flaws.

In his willingness to love me.

Anyway..

He's that guy.

Finally... ahahaha

I fall in love with broken souls, and bent perspectives,

Every time I see the sunset during my breaks

it makes me smile because today I have something to live for.

I fall in love with doubt, and infrequency,

Every time I see the way he move so softly.

The Moments I knew I was falling for him.

And I am like Cinderella.

I fall in love. I was prepared to give him everything. I dressed myself up, made me beautiful, did it all. I let myself fall in love too quickly. And like Cinderella, I have an expiration date. I only have so long before I will fall apart. I can’t wait forever for an answer. I just can’t ... I just can't to wait the right time until I am ready to the thing called "marriage" :')

Happy Eid Mubarak :D