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ziggy
03/28/17 11:13 pm
Wow- Naledi- you were Maths!! I am an English teacher and so agree. I am so careful - don't always get it right but try to make sure every interaction is positive.
Naledi
03/28/17 12:10 pm
I was a maths teacher too! A really soul-destroying job sometimes, because many children arrived at school already afraid of the subject.
Naledi
03/28/17 12:08 pm
It is sad how a bad teacher can make a child's time at school a misery. When I was teaching I was very conscious that even the most casual, throwaway comment could wound.
Alpha Ori
03/28/17 01:08 am
Love to meet him today and tell him I studied astronomy. Twit.
Alpha Ori
03/28/17 01:07 am
I still remember my maths teacher. Pasty faced and smelled of onions. I was traumatised, especially when he told my parents the only thing I was good at was sports.
Spiced Wine
03/24/17 02:30 pm
Most of my teachers were lovely - there were just a couple that were not nice.
ziggy
03/22/17 11:06 pm
I hate hearing about teachers who ruined a child's interest or confidence or curiosity- as a teacher myself, it actually hurts to think how someone has done that. It doesn't happen much now.
Spiced Wine
03/20/17 10:15 am
I was a very quiet student, easily cowed and very much a loner, nevertheless I was a good student, but he was not a nice teacher :(
Ysilme
03/19/17 03:00 pm
Spiced, what a horrible experience about that teacher! That would drive anybody off the subject, I'd imagine.
Ysilme
03/19/17 02:59 pm
UnnamedElement, my husband has a doctorate in chemistry, so he might be able to help. *g* Just drop me a note through the PM system here, or at LJ or DW (same name).
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Escaping The Dark by CassieHughes

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Escaping the Dark

A doorway to another time and place
within my mind does dwell,
Through which I wander now and then
when rest is granted, from the fell
and awful beasts we daily fight,
To save our home
from evil’s blight.

That portal takes me far away to
childish fancies, I recall
when love and laughter filled the air,
No darkness smothered with its pall
of heavy miring apathy.
Greenwood was bright
as she was free.

I dance once more amongst the trees and fly
as carefree as a bird
along their branches, thick with leaves
where tawar’s song can still be heard
by those with heart enough to hear.
There is no death,
No blight, no fear.

My father races at my side, his cares
all vanished, wild, unbound
as Silvans goad us faster yet
to catch the moon and see him crowned
with starlight in the canopy.
A king to them,
Refuge to me.

Here dwells my final hope and shield against
the dark lords cruel sway,
Escape when war becomes too much,
Bloodshed too high a price to pay
for fa to keep unstained and pure.
Through here is peace,
Though heart is sore.

A doorway to another time and place
within my mind does dwell,
and though my soul would tarry there
I dare not let its gentle swell
Of calm ensnare me yet a while,
I must endure
to make it real.
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