tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534665086749553287.post9113440152307159184..comments2024-03-28T11:57:21.902-04:00Comments on CURMUDGUCATION: There Are More Important ThingsPeter Greenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16511193640285760299noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534665086749553287.post-39376270480524828092016-10-16T11:45:52.552-04:002016-10-16T11:45:52.552-04:00So true and so sad - there are so many stories tha...So true and so sad - there are so many stories that still bring tears to my eyes and and an ache to my heart years later. I taught and was admin for 41 years, and there are stories I will never forget. I still wonder how some of my students survived their daily lives and how they are doing now. This is something that educrats who have never stepped foot in a classroom will never understand.Hollyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15098553341197919763noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534665086749553287.post-85583562185244867082016-10-16T08:07:00.209-04:002016-10-16T08:07:00.209-04:00The best Sunday morning sermon I've heard in a...The best Sunday morning sermon I've heard in a very long time. Preach it, Brother Peter!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03544213160574214282noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534665086749553287.post-61884251218088327752016-10-15T19:07:17.347-04:002016-10-15T19:07:17.347-04:00Beautifully written; tears to my eyes. Curse you ...Beautifully written; tears to my eyes. Curse you but thank you. My deepest descent into such jerkdom was when a young woman came late to my class and fell asleep on her folded arms about 5 minutes after she arrived. My internal monologue was similar to yours. My pompous lecture to her after class was instantly put on pause as she explained the reason for the lateness and her sleeping. She had been awake all night at Mass General Hospital trying to console and comfort her dying mother, and, when relieved by her dad, ran the half mile to my classroom, arriving at least 5 minutes late because what we were doing was “really important” to her. There were others, but that was the worst, and still hurts the most, twenty years later.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13638407188029929247noreply@blogger.com