Choosing Sad Over Cynical

On By Luther M. SilerIn Uncategorized

I’m still not remotely in the mood/physical condition to write a post today– moving from bed to couch is about as exciting as I’ve gotten– and I remembered this post from Mad as a March Hare, which I threatened to reblog quite a while ago. Considering the post I put up when I got home yesterday, rereading this a few times is probably good for me. Check it out:

Mad As a March Hare's avatarBisous Bisous

“When I give food to the poor they call me a saint. When I ask why the poor have no food, they call me a communist.”

– Archbishop Dom Helder Camara of Brazil

“Listen to the mustn’ts, child. Listen to the don’ts. Listen to the shouldn’ts, the impossibles, the won’ts. Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me… Anything can happen, child. Anything can be.”
― Shel Silverstein

I recently had a short discussion with someone about my work as a Guardian Ad Litem. The other person at one time was a first responder who worked city streets in the Northeast. I guess we started out maybe talking about the disturbed kids I used to teach and that they lived in the urban inner-city ghettos. As conversations tend to do, this one wandered a crooked path and became about what I do now and about how I…

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7 thoughts on “Choosing Sad Over Cynical”

  1. I am sending this thank-you from the Atlantic Ocean somewhere between Cozumel and Ft. Lauderdale (it’s a dirty job, but someone’s got to do this crise thing) where the internet charges me $1.25 per minute. Thanks for sharing my thoughts. I hope you feel better soon. Dana

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  2. currants's avatar currants

    I quit going to the faculty room my first day at work when I heard, during my 14 min lunch break, “Oh, are we on the second generation of them already? Isn’t the first generation all in jail?” I quit teaching high school when I realized I couldn’t believe anything the students said anymore. But even from the beginning, I knew I didn’t want to be the guy in the room next to mine who sat at his desk all day and read them vocabulary words. “Acrophobia. A.C.R.O.P.H.O.B.I.A. Acrophobia means fear of spiders.” (OMG YES. THAT STILL MAKES ME WANT TO SHRIEK.)

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      1. currants's avatar currants

        All of it. That plus: my lowest level classes were not allowed to use the library or go on field trips (11th graders, mind you)–those were privileges for the “standard” and “honors” classes. For all of them, the only books I could get were ones no one else was using –new teacher problem– some of which had not been used since the 70s, all of which smelled awful. Still, it was better than the last place I taught which had NO books, photocopies only, BUT A LIGHTED FOOTBALL STADIUM, YES! Priorities, doncha know.

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        1. Haha. Thank goodness my school isn’t like that. I’m absolutely convinced that my chemistry teacher ‘borrowed’ the PE budget to pay for the equipment in our science lab.

          Why is using the library a privilege? That’s so…counterintuitive. If I were a school administrator, I’d give the lowest level classes priority access to the library because they need it the most.

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