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I got into education to teach,
to spin stories, weave tales, and inspire.
Not realizing, just how far I would reach,
To meet state mandates and keep check my ire.

They ask teachers and schools to race to the top,
these politicians who have never taught.
Shilling their grand initiatives which flop,
Swear their votes for big business aren’t bought.

So we gather the evidence tentatively,
to shown growth and goals to be met yearly.
Just paper work gathered selectively,
we have nothing better to do, clearly.

But come morning,  still stand before the class,
teach the kiddos, with my own brand of sass.

“I’m no longer just a candidate. I’m the President.”


Honestly, it has always been the fact that I believe Obama is a man who has humility, who is mindful of his power, and who is deliberate in his leadership that I’ve been glad to campaign for him, vote for him, and support him in his presidency. The following is my favorite part of the speech.

“And while I’m proud of what we’ve achieved together, I’m far more mindful of my own failings, knowing exactly what Lincoln meant when he said, “I have been driven to my knees many times by the overwhelming conviction that I had no place else to go.”

“But as I stand here tonight, I have never been more hopeful about America. Not because I think I have all the answers. Not because I’m naïve about the magnitude of our challenges.

“I’m hopeful because of you. “

So lovely. Honestly – there were many noted  moments of exceptionalism but, it is in humility that we learn the true measure of a person.

Returning to the political —


Oh you’re wondering what unions have brought you in the last 100 years – Well there is –

Love Ire and Song.


Sometimes there is a song that so represents how the world is at that very moment, that I wish I could just package it up in bubble and float it over the general populace and get everyone to hear it. But that’s just silly, so instead, I blog about it. And Frank Turner, who I’m currently madly in love with,  has this tune.  And well, while congress is letting the world blowup over politics and so-called principles, me, I’m driving around in my bourgeois, car-seat full, minivan, blasting this Englishman’s rageful, and regretful tune, with the windows down, as if somehow a song could make it all better.   Read the rest of this entry