“School days, school days, dear old Golden Rule days …”

Do you remember your school days?  I remember mine.  Well, not in total detail, but well enough.  So when I saw Michelle W’s Daily Prompt the other day, I teacherthought, “I can answer this“.  “What makes a teacher great?”

I’ll start by admitting I didn’t entirely love school.  For the most part I found it uninspiring.  I was bored.  Not because I’m uber smart.  Trust me, I’m not.  I was bored because I wasn’t ‘engaged’.  While what I was supposed to be learning could have been interesting (except for math which I detested), it wasn’t.  At least not much of the time.

Because the teachers didn’t make it interesting.  They stood at the front of the class and blathered on and on and on.  They talked at the students.  They droned, usually in a monotone, like robots.  No personality.  No emotion.  No passion.  No excitement.  No storytelling.  No imagination.  No creativity.

What did I do?

Well, I must have paid some attention, because I always passed; but I was usually miles and miles away, daydreaming.  Yes, I did get caught, on more than one occasion, and ended up with detentions, like having Continue reading

Nowhere to go

Life is funny.  When we have to get up every day and go to work, when we’re tired and frustrated with our jobs or our co-workers or our bosses, all we canlonely2 think of is the day we can finally put it all behind us.  The day we can finally retire.  And then, once we are retired we often wish we were still working.  Still had somewhere to go every day.  Still had lots of people around us.  Still had a purpose.

Why am I bringing this up?  No, I’m not retired.  I don’t go to an office every day, but I still work.  As a freelance writer and strategic consultant, so this isn’t a story about my personal experience.

Today’s WordPress Daily Prompt is the trigger:  “The next time you’re in a public place — a coffeehouse, a park, a store — observe the people around you.  Pick a person, a couple, or a group, and imagine what their lives might be like.”

Well, wouldn’t you know I’m here, at my neighbourhood Starbucks.  My cleaning lady’s at my house today and if I don’t get out of there when she’s around, she gives me chores.  So I’m hiding out.  So of course I have to look around and see who’s here, don’t I?   Continue reading