It’s The Final Countdown
Here I am staring at the final assessment. There is a bit more to go but this is the gold ticket to the Wonka Factory. Wilder or Depp, take your pick.
A long time ago in a lifetime far away, I had it all figured out. Ultimately, I wanted to teach. A split second on a highway and life going on, the plan changed. The wanting to teach was dormant for a time but it never went away.
I’m already a Teacher. Those who have talked to me already know it. Very soon, the world is going to know I’m a teacher.
I’ve done a lot of work in the last 3 months. There have been a couple serious impediments that required serious attention. That attention was given by both sides. I’ll write more when it’s all said and done with the elective courses.
I’ve even designed a new card for myself. The card has my phone number and email on it so I’m not posting it.
The exam has a 2 hour time limit. I’m tempted to pop it right now and get it done. And I remind myself that is not the way to take on a final.
Me and “The University of Toronto Faculty of Education”. Well aren’t we the pair. Who saw that happening?
No man is an island. This is for you “Good Friend”. Me and Mr. Donne are smilin’ atcha.
‘No man is an iland,
intire of it selfe;
every man is a peece of the Continent,
a part of the maine;
if a clod bee washed away by the Sea,
Europe is the lesse,
as well as if a Promontorie were,
as well as if a Mannor of thy friends
or of thine owne were;
any mans death diminishes me,
because I am involved in Mankinde;
And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls;
It tolls for thee
How many of y’all knew that bell is attached to that island?
Other friends have contributed their verse to this journey of mine and I thank them.
Part of my telling of this journey is in the hope of being inspirational. More so for the older than the younger.
I’m 60 on my next birthday and parts of the world can be seen with English.
My last statement was not an, “If I can do it you can do it” statement because I don’t do that shit.
Life doesn’t end until it ends. If you are happy armchair quarterbacking, then you keep on quarterbacking from your armchair.
One of the conclusions I came to is this and it has correlation with Life Coaching, you need life on you. You shouldn’t be allowed in a classroom to teach until you’re 45. In this province it is 16 to drive and 19 is the legal drinking age. No reason you can’t set an age restriction for teaching.
I have studying to do and I am living proof you can teach an old dog new tricks, if that old dog is willing to learn.
G.R. Hambley ©
November 18, 2017