tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466234171600436320.post8133492540364180557..comments2023-10-18T03:52:18.650-04:00Comments on Stratoz: a story... how to become a teacherStratozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10148600260976577216noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466234171600436320.post-52369992534713235302008-10-28T22:45:00.000-04:002008-10-28T22:45:00.000-04:00alphawoam-- Thanks, I am glad to welcome someone n...alphawoam-- Thanks, I am glad to welcome someone new. it is late, but I will come over to your blog in the future.Stratozhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10148600260976577216noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466234171600436320.post-46591304114538309282008-10-28T19:36:00.000-04:002008-10-28T19:36:00.000-04:00This was wonderful to read.This was wonderful to read.alphawomanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12788721975727895601noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466234171600436320.post-66590095456866115362008-10-26T09:09:00.000-04:002008-10-26T09:09:00.000-04:00clearly I meant 2.0 innings, unless you were count...clearly I meant 2.0 innings, unless you were counting innings by outs then I guess I may have been right, but I don't remember if there were any outs for them before they scored, but I don't think so????Stratozhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10148600260976577216noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466234171600436320.post-34341925189692888342008-10-26T09:02:00.000-04:002008-10-26T09:02:00.000-04:00CS--- I know. I sometimes wonder how I ended up se...CS--- I know. I sometimes wonder how I ended up settled down (well it appears we have settled) in Lansdale. Lansdale? Not quite like the college towns we hung out in for 8 years, but far from dismal.<BR/><BR/>So if my math is correct, that last 1.5 innings lasted 1.267 hours. The coffee better be good at church.<BR/><BR/>and though not mighty, after all those failures, they finally got their teammate home from third. At 6am after 4 hours of sleep, awoken by M, I was explaining baseball and wins and strategy, then fell back to sleep.<BR/><BR/>eeeeegaaaads--- now folk know I am a sports fan too. what personal info will I release next.Stratozhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10148600260976577216noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466234171600436320.post-34140519566632548672008-10-26T00:51:00.000-04:002008-10-26T00:51:00.000-04:00whenever i listen to someone tell their life journ...whenever i listen to someone tell their life journey, i am unfailingly astounded at the convolutions. at some point, i was taught that life goes in a straight line and so when my life began its inevitable twisted journey, i was quite certain i was doing it wrong. it's taken me a very long time and a very patient husband to see it otherwise.<BR/><BR/>we are the sum total of our experiences and coincidences and that's why it's so important to remain open to new adventures.<BR/><BR/>here's my "deep thoughts" as the phillies enter the 8th inning, ahead 4-3 at 12:35 AM: too much rain, too much pain as a consequence. right now, i regret being an athlete as a young woman.<BR/><BR/>(ps: i wanted to be a veterinarian . . . then i took inorganic chemistry -- or, more accurately, it took me. i regret that to this day.)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466234171600436320.post-74310474819768217782008-10-25T11:14:00.000-04:002008-10-25T11:14:00.000-04:00Kathryn--I have been in special ed since I followe...Kathryn--I have been in special ed since I followed mosaic woman to MA. all bad days are blamed on her ;')<BR/><BR/>there have been plenty since 9/87<BR/><BR/>our rules for ourselves do get broken from time to time.<BR/><BR/>Jim-- for now I hope to get to a quilt show this afternoon and not cut myself on any glass... we will see where life takes me. We keep a box of bandages outside our studios.<BR/><BR/>K&J-- I wanted to be a minister at the age some want to be firetrucks, guided to become an engineer... then the above tells what happened.Stratozhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10148600260976577216noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466234171600436320.post-63008476725183929422008-10-25T09:23:00.000-04:002008-10-25T09:23:00.000-04:00Add on for Jim. 30 years ago I wanted to teach a...Add on for Jim. 30 years ago I wanted to teach and my parents, both teachers, encouraged me to go into chemical engineering. I'm just now headed back to where I wanted to start. Life is interesting.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466234171600436320.post-73922475117976583522008-10-25T09:19:00.000-04:002008-10-25T09:19:00.000-04:00That is a more interesting journey to teaching tha...That is a more interesting journey to teaching than mine, maybe I'll blog about that today. I'm amazed at the variety of teaching experiences that you've had - are you still involved with special ed? <BR/><BR/>I only know you through your blog which I read because you write about spirituality, teaching, gardening, and music - those aren't in any particular order because I haven't had enough coffee to think that critically. I suppose that would also be a list of some of things that we have in common. <BR/><BR/>The first posts that hooked me into reading were about spirituality. Remember, I "met" you through Gannet Girl's blog; I met her through the internet too but that was before blogging was even a word. I am a neophyte to Ignation spirituality but am surrounded by people who have done the 19th Annotation. I meet with a group of them occasionally for centering prayer - it was a more regular thing before grad school. <BR/><BR/>That's enough for now. I did it again. I haven't checked my e-mail yet and I've been off reading and writing in the blogosphere.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466234171600436320.post-78756858748927366652008-10-25T09:08:00.000-04:002008-10-25T09:08:00.000-04:00I wanted to be a farmer when I was young. My broth...I wanted to be a farmer when I was young. My brother wanted to be a fire engine. In high school my aspirations were to one day teach school. My dad wanted me to go into mechancial engineering. My brother wanted to be a fire engine (not really). Dad died. I joined the Navy. Ten years later with a head full of Morse code and two Slavic languages, I became a railroad clerk for three decades before finding fulfillment as a teacher's asst in Special Education. I still maintain that life is what happens to you in the process of trying to get to where you think you are going....Jimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13302132941940784968noreply@blogger.com