Three Semesters, 6 Quarters, Still a Sophomore

The conclusion of a faculty meeting around 11:45 A.M. yesterday marked the end of our First Semester, the school's Second Quarter, my third semester of teaching, and half-way point of my sophomore year of teaching.

It's some sort of milestone, I guess.

Things move along. There were some difficulties along the way, especially in the broader school. Children doing things they should not do in places they should not be; and the resulting office visits and murmuring by the lockers that fall mysteriously silent whenever a faculty member should appear. The Hurricane Days and the missing exams, the annoying meetings where the same issues are raised and addressed but never truly solved, the quizzes, the missing assignments, the game.

I mean the cultivation of minds in grace & truth, of course. But sometimes you need a timeout or half-time break. One of the many reasons Christ came when He did, as I understand it, was his divine concern for those of us in the Western Anglo countries who insist on a 9-month school cycle. For these He came to save, along with all the other fine natives who use different school schedules. (okay, enough Kiplingesquing for now! Take up ye burdens and move along!) But sometimes it feels like a game, and one just plays along until a surprise comes along and shocks one into remembering what is actually going on.

Learning, one hopes.

Amend: This wasn't meant to sound depressed; but I suppose that is what happens when there is very little one cares to say...