I've come to realize that my life's calling is not teaching. I don't love it. I'm not sure I ever loved it. Perhaps if I get my gifted and talented extension the excitement and thrill of teaching will be rekindled. I do love math, and I adore helping students who want to learn, but the number of students who do not value their own education has grown to a level that saps the enthusiasm from me. I can't teach those who don't wish to learn, and that constant struggle wears me down. I have been working for my sabbatical, which is at least six years away. That is a long time to be unsatisfied.
|On my sabbatical, I want to ride a |
lot of trains and learn a completely
|And then, I'd like to have a leisurely life|
on St. John. I'll wake up, go for a swim or
a hike and then build or mail out some models.
At the end of the day, amongst the palms,
I sit and feel the Carribbean breeze