Getting kind of tired of tweets? Me too. If you are going to tweet, why not use inspiring quotes? Quotes have some depth to them; they have some meaning; they are words to live by. I enjoy asking students what their favorite quote is. They all have one or two. It may have been a quote their coach or teacher used in the classroom or their mom and dad. They may have read it in a book or heard some famous person use it. The quote meant something significant and it may have even changed their life.
Imagine a car filled with young American Indian boxers on the White Earth, Leech Lake or Red Lake Reservation. They could be headed towards Detroit Lakes, Park Rapids or Bemidji. They are young teenage boys who may have not trained too well, have not eaten too well and who may be going up against a more fit experienced boxer.
The days are warming up and summer is less than two weeks away. Are you ready? Is your air conditioner in working order? Do you have enough lemons on hand for lemonade? Is your ice machine working? Do you have your picture of a south sea island nestled in among aqua blue waters and sandy beaches showing a hammock strung between two palm trees alongside a table with a glass of an icy fruit drink holding a tiny umbrella on top posted on your refrigerator?
As I was leaving an assisted living facility in my hometown, I said hello to John who was sitting in the entryway. I have known John for almost 70 years; he is now in his late 90s. He continues to own and operate one of the first convenience filling stations in the state. When the store was in its prime, John would sell candy and pop as well as fishing tackle and minnows and even guns. If you wanted gas, he would fill up your tank and tell you where the fish were biting. Now, he just sells gas.
When the Creator made 800,000 insects, he must have grown weary and made the 800 or so species of ticks last because he sure messed up. Ticks are in the spider, scorpion family that live off of the blood of their victims. That's about all you need to know.
Lots of kids don't like school but they do really want to like it. Some don't like it because it hasn't been that special for them. It's really up to the teacher to make it special. That's their job—to make learning special. I think I told you before that my high school graduation day was the worst day in my schooling life. Why? I didn't want those good times I had in 12 years of school to end. It was that special for me and, I suppose, that is one reason why I became a teacher. I just didn't want it to end.
You probably know who John Fitzgerald Kennedy was but, believe it or not, lots of young people don't. When I ask young people, college age and younger, "Who is John Kennedy?" their response is either "I don't know" or "Wasn't he the president that was shot?" I guess I can't blame them. It has been more than 50 years since JFK served as the youngest man ever elected to the presidency. Why should they remember him?
By the time my grandchild, expected in December, graduates from high school, I will be 90 years old. What changes will have occurred between now and then? Will I still be well enough to attend his/her graduation ceremony? Will there still be graduation ceremonies? Will Bemidji still have a Paul and Babe? Will the fish in Lake Bemidji be safe to eat? Will we have elected a woman president? What will be the status of the North Korean leader Kim Jong-un? Will we still be carrying a cellular phone in our pocket or purse? Will there be pockets and purses?
"What's in store for us in May?" Teachers traditionally review the new month for their students and point out the more interesting days. In keeping with that tradition, here are some interesting May days you and I can look forward to.
Julie had been after her husband, Jerry, for several weeks to varnish the wooden seat on their toilet. Finally he got around to doing it while Julie was out shopping. After finishing Jerry left to take care of another matter before she returned. She came home and prepared to take a shower. Before getting in the shower she got undressed and then sat on the toilet. As she tried to stand up she realized that the not-quite-dry epoxy paint had glued her to the toilet seat.