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Tuesday, October 30, 2007

It's called reSEARCH for a reason.

Scenario: My classes are in the computer lab working on their research papers...

Student: (whining) Mrs. Fisk, I cannot find ANYTHING on the Internet about my topic!!!
Me: Okay, breathe, now what is your topic?
Student: World War II

These are the people I teach, folks.

Tuesday, October 9, 2007

I'm a bad blogger.

That's right, I admit it. I get so excited about beginnings, but then I quickly lose steam. Too quickly. New school years, scrapbooks, cooking, books, Bible studies, working out, and list is ever-growing. Lord, grant me perseverance.

In other news, life is crazy. Oh wait, that's not news. That's just life.

We just got back from spending a long, relaxing weekend in good ol' Baytown. It was fun to just hang out with Matt's parents and some of his friends. I even got to do a little stamping. :-)

No school yesterday + in-service today + two days of teaching + taking off on Friday to head down to Galveston for Tiff's wedding= pretty dang good week.

Maybe my next post will be a little more insightful and not just a recap of what's going on in the Fisk house, but until then...

Sunday, September 23, 2007

I love Sundays.

Hamburgers and football
Pizza and chocolate cake


Friday, September 21, 2007

Another Ten Miles

I don't see what You see in me,
I'm just flesh and bone,
Many hours at the carousel
Postcards from far from home
Sometimes I feel as useless as my empty words, old presidents' dogs, clean paws, no dirt-
What do these words mean?
Sometimes I just don't know.
Sometimes I just can't see where it is I go.
I waste my whole day thinking over things I've said
And avoiding myself like the plague in my head.

I know that You see me
And I know You're about me,
That's why You let me roam another 10 miles.

Where does all this lead, and why must I follow it?
Nothing is black and white
(Even me, I must admit).
I jot down the facts and work on consistency,
But open up the closed door;
It's George, and the cat, and me.
My shifting eyes like sands cannot focus on the void,
Concentration still,
"Get thee behind me, Freud."
I'm grasping at straws and the bale is almost gone;
The fire's grown much too dim,
Nights grow much too long
I am holding things Yours,
Not mine while I should cling to You
Like a cow beneath the light of a highway sign.

- Caedmon's Call

Thursday, September 20, 2007

Blog? Okay.

Maybe I just miss the simplicity of the old Xanga (pre-MySpace or Facebook), or maybe I just miss writing. You’d think an English teacher would do enough writing, right? Wrong.

I read. I read a lot.

I talk. I talk a lot.

But writing? Sadly, I haven’t written much since college, but I’ve been inspired by reading random blogs lately, and I think, hey, I can do that. I don’t even care if anybody reads it.

So here I go…