tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4830568137832125291.post2015505636810862566..comments2023-08-12T10:35:37.352-05:00Comments on caryjo-roadrunner: FUN IN SOROTI... REALLY?caryjohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488368153291827383noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4830568137832125291.post-59784186536485732772012-04-28T11:26:53.062-05:002012-04-28T11:26:53.062-05:00I have caught up on your blogs and enjoyed each on...I have caught up on your blogs and enjoyed each one: the Sunday ones, the mother-in-law, your re-birthday, V-J day and your birth, the snakes (shudder),and now this one. You've packed a lot in and I've learned a lot. Each time I visit, I feel closer to you.<br />They all ministered to me according to what I needed. <br /><br /> However, this last one made me smile and nod my head. That was me in my first year of teaching when I was hired for night school at the same high school where I was a building sub during the day.<br />The head of the English department ran the English classes of night school. I became his assistant. I was instructed not to interact with the students. They came, they read their material, they completed the questions for that unit or tested out of it and into a new one, and they left.<br />They were not to talk except to ask a question. We were not to talk except to answer a question. It was serious business. <br />I could tell he thought himself above the kids---these were ones that he would never have during the day, because his years at the school had earned him the right to teach only the best of the best.<br /><br />Well, I just couldn't do it. I smiled, I welcomed them, I complemented them, I asked questions, made comments ---you know. The kicker was the night I got into a discussion with a teen mom whose child had chicken pox. I had inquired how things were because I knew she had a child and I recognized what the dark bags under eyes signified: sleep deprivation and worry.<br />I listened to her and then offered up some advice from my days of dealing with two children with chicken-pox. I encouraged her and commended her on coming to school that night.<br /> By the time we were done, his eyes were smoldering, shooting firy arrows in my direction. :>)<br />But she was smiling and there was a tiny glint of hope in her eyes that she could persevere and graduate while being a single teen mom.<br />I knew Mr. Jackson's rules, but I also knew what God wanted me to do and why I was there.<br />Needless to say, I didn't get a day teaching position for the next year---Mr. J was on the committee with strong influence, but I was supposed to be some place else, so of course it worked out.Bethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01783056492527420487noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4830568137832125291.post-5460609332535953952012-04-27T23:13:07.958-05:002012-04-27T23:13:07.958-05:00Wow, what a delightful day! We are busy here, I wi...Wow, what a delightful day! We are busy here, I will call you when things settle down. My daughter is very close to having her baby, I think this weekend, if not for sure on Tuesday!Gaylehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08871445174509081095noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4830568137832125291.post-78687524952746848722012-04-26T09:59:04.384-05:002012-04-26T09:59:04.384-05:00Good story!!! I don't remember you ever shari...Good story!!! I don't remember you ever sharing it before, but it's the way we should live our lives as believers no matter where we are.....tossing oranges!<br /> Love, NikiAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4830568137832125291.post-40516924288656627432012-04-26T07:57:16.967-05:002012-04-26T07:57:16.967-05:00You have told me of this experience before, but it...You have told me of this experience before, but it is so fun to read about it again.<br /><br />Praying for you as you travel, share, rest and relax. <br /><br />Miss you,<br />MeAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4830568137832125291.post-5698283479747327402012-04-26T06:23:45.389-05:002012-04-26T06:23:45.389-05:00All I can think of is..."When I was thirsty.....All I can think of is..."When I was thirsty..." Well done Sister!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07866639097998917122noreply@blogger.com