Children are expert dreamers.
When I grow up, I'm gonna be a bachelor.
Wow, that's so cool! But C, what's a bachelor?
It's a guy who lives alone and gets to do whatever he wants.
Ok, those are actually my dreams. Oddly enough, they are all about freedom. Common sense has demolished most of them to bits, although I admit I still love the idea of waking up on a farm. I could wake up just before sunrise and gaze into the occurring daytime. I could walk downstairs and enjoy pancakes with a side of freshly picked strawberries. I could run through fields that only come up to my waist, run my hand over them as I go, and collapse gracefully into a bed of lilacs, hair falling perfectly around my face.
... Is anyone else imagining Bella from Twilight?
Alas, my dream is just a dream. Hazy, picturesque and absolutely unreal. If I lived on a farm I would wake up to a noisy-ass rooster, a long-ass list of chores to finish before lunch, and the stench-assness of manure. I did not have the heart to share this with my student, that his dream is just a dream. I wonder how he would have taken it. C, stop dreaming. Do you think that's all you're going to do? Whatever you want? Do you know what bills are? Do you know where money comes from? It comes from hard work. You ready to work hard for a long, long time for this dream? This dream of 'whatever'? Your free time won't even compare to your work time, buddy. Stop your idealistic, childish imagination dead in its tracks before it eats you alive. Your welcome. Finish your Math Box.
When I think about dreams I am always left feeling exhausted. Ms. Glass-Half-Full wars with Ms. Glass-Half-Empty as realities and delusions are considered. There are times when I feel as though it is not worth it to dream at all.
But that last dream of mine, to be a teacher, has come true. With it has come an abundance of insight and joy, as well as one, solid promise. The promise of a lifetime of lessons to plan and lessons to learn. Whenever I come face to face with this promise, surprisingly my load is lightened. While the idealism of Teaching has been shattered by the reality of work, my students continue to surprise me with awesome, little moments such as the bachelor comment above.
This I believe: When a dream comes true, big or small, something in our hearts burst. We become jaded yet changed for the better. Everything changes. We no longer just see our dreams but become inevitably immersed in them. Like popcorn. Changed forever.
Popcorn immersion.
Happy dreaming.
Picture:
Popcorn Night!
When I grow up, I'm gonna be a bachelor.
Wow, that's so cool! But C, what's a bachelor?
It's a guy who lives alone and gets to do whatever he wants.
I want to be a zookeeper and play with animals all day.
I want to live on a farm and run around all day.
I want to be a dancer and dance around all day.
I want to work in television so I can watch TV all day.
I want to be a teacher so I can make up all the rules.
I want to live on a farm and run around all day.
I want to be a dancer and dance around all day.
I want to work in television so I can watch TV all day.
I want to be a teacher so I can make up all the rules.
Ok, those are actually my dreams. Oddly enough, they are all about freedom. Common sense has demolished most of them to bits, although I admit I still love the idea of waking up on a farm. I could wake up just before sunrise and gaze into the occurring daytime. I could walk downstairs and enjoy pancakes with a side of freshly picked strawberries. I could run through fields that only come up to my waist, run my hand over them as I go, and collapse gracefully into a bed of lilacs, hair falling perfectly around my face.
... Is anyone else imagining Bella from Twilight?
Alas, my dream is just a dream. Hazy, picturesque and absolutely unreal. If I lived on a farm I would wake up to a noisy-ass rooster, a long-ass list of chores to finish before lunch, and the stench-assness of manure. I did not have the heart to share this with my student, that his dream is just a dream. I wonder how he would have taken it. C, stop dreaming. Do you think that's all you're going to do? Whatever you want? Do you know what bills are? Do you know where money comes from? It comes from hard work. You ready to work hard for a long, long time for this dream? This dream of 'whatever'? Your free time won't even compare to your work time, buddy. Stop your idealistic, childish imagination dead in its tracks before it eats you alive. Your welcome. Finish your Math Box.
When I think about dreams I am always left feeling exhausted. Ms. Glass-Half-Full wars with Ms. Glass-Half-Empty as realities and delusions are considered. There are times when I feel as though it is not worth it to dream at all.
But that last dream of mine, to be a teacher, has come true. With it has come an abundance of insight and joy, as well as one, solid promise. The promise of a lifetime of lessons to plan and lessons to learn. Whenever I come face to face with this promise, surprisingly my load is lightened. While the idealism of Teaching has been shattered by the reality of work, my students continue to surprise me with awesome, little moments such as the bachelor comment above.
This I believe: When a dream comes true, big or small, something in our hearts burst. We become jaded yet changed for the better. Everything changes. We no longer just see our dreams but become inevitably immersed in them. Like popcorn. Changed forever.
Popcorn immersion.
Happy dreaming.
Picture:
Popcorn Night!
