Without the light, it’s easy to submit
Wild and brave men no longer thrive
Those empty spaces are full of it
Desperate hands grasping to survive
These men bleed, kept in silence
There’s no longer a world to save
Tired of all the endless violence
In darkness rot the men so brave
Inspired by this post at John Coyote’s blog
17th Dec 2024 – Shared with Ragtag Daily Prompt – darkness
Today I’m feeling:
A bit more awake this morning after struggling to get up. I really wanted to sleep more. I noticed that my stomach has lost a little more excess flab so I’m happy about that. Keep going.
Today I’m grateful for:
The receptionist at the dental clinic who happily changed my dental appointment from next week to mid-February because, and I told her this, I don’t have any money to pay until I paid again. We both talked in a mixture of English and Thai and could understand each other clearly and I wai’d her my thanks as I left.
The best thing about today was:
…well, it seems strange to call this the best thing but it is certainly something that stands out.
For my last grade 7 class of the day, I asked the kids to log in to the Quiz on their phones. Aomsin, who was sitting right in front of me in the front row, said she couldn’t because she had no battery. I explained to her in English that I told the class many times that for my class they must always have enough battery and good internet access.
Aomsin’s English is not that good yet though and whilst she could tell that I was being serious she clearly did not understand the details. This was Friday afternoon, the last hours of the day and I was feeling laid back and playful. The other kids could sense that. I told her that I take away 5 points in the system if they are not prepared. I was smiling and had no intention to do that but wanted her to know that she should always be prepared.
Anyway, I translated into Thai for her so she could understand and she nodded and looked down at her phone. Gunn, sitting next to her, looked at me, looked at her and then looked at me again. Aomsin then started talking in Thai, sounding like complaining-explaining and looked back up to me, with a slightly pleading face and then I saw a tear fall down each of her cheeks.
I couldn’t believe it. I wiped away each tear and said ‘Hey, come on, it’s not that serious.’ Again, she didn’t quite get it. I comforted her and told her in Thai that I was only playing with her.
Gunn cracked up laughing at her but I wanted her to feel better. Then she started really balling her eyes out but also laughing at the same time. Laughing and crying at herself and her friends. It was like she really wanted to feel an emotion deeply but also realised how absurd it was. She was smiling and laughing but couldn’t stop herself from crying.
Other kids started paying attention and couldn’t understand why everyone looked happy and smiling but Aomsin was crying. Gunn quickly offered a solution with his charger (why didn’t she just ask him to borrow it in the first place!) and even that couldn’t settle her down. Gunn talked some more to her and I went and attended a couple of other students before coming back after a few minutes.
She had settled herself by this time but when I asked her to do the quiz she said she couldn’t yet. I got down on my knees and wai’d her my apologies many times over and both she and Gunn cracked up laughing again.
I guess it’s a good lesson for me that not everyone gets the vibe or feeling of the class and whilst I can be quite strict about what I want I’m not so often angry about anything. I can sense Aomsin is sensitive, not just in my class but in general and I should be aware of that and make sure that she understands when something is playful or serious. I could be wrong but I don’t think she was really upset with what happened and maybe there were other things going on for her and she was having a bad day and this just tipped her over the edge.
What was out of your control today and how did you handle it?
After picking up my coffee and making sure to be back in school for first class I was wondering why the building was so quiet. No kids! What’s going on? You can read more below. How did I handle it? By taking the free time opportunity to write here.
Something I learned today?
This morning my first class was delayed as there was something going on. As I was in the classroom ready to teach I decided to go and find out what it was all about. It was about the upcoming election for a student to the school board.
I walked around and ended up talking with Jet and asked her who she would vote for and why. I then asked if she would want to run for election when she was in grade 11 and she said ‘Why would I want to do that!?’
Ok, I said, who do you think in your class would be suitable and she thought Anchan. She said Anchan is a little older than the rest of the class and can control them quite well. I wasn’t too surprised at this as I could see last year that she had some leadership qualities if she chose to go in that direction. It was interesting to hear this from another student though.
Review your acts, and then for vile deeds chide yourself, for good be glad. — Discourses 3.10
I sent Anchan a positive message based on what Jet had said above, to show my support and pride in her. I told her to keep going. (Just as I told myself this morning – keep going!)
25 THINGS ABOUT LIFE I WISH I HAD KNOWN 10 YEARS AGO – 6. Keep a Journal. No, keeping a journal is not for children. It helps you to become a better thinker and writer. “I don’t want to be a writer” you might think. Well, how many emails and texts do you send a day? Everybody is a writer.
Journaling has only become a habit since moving to Thailand and somewhat inspired by starting 1994ever to document my year in 1994. Because I have ended up with fewer external things to do I have had more time to develop this habit and it doesn’t feel like a chore like when I was a teenager trying to keep up a diary. As the idea states you become a better thinker and that is what I want to be. Yesterday’s idea was about strengthening the body through exercise, today is about strengthening the brain through journaling.
1994ever 