When I was fifteen, I went to Europe for two weeks. I was with a school group, and boy we had a good time!
My brain never stops reeling. Oh, the over-analysis is exhausting, but every once and while I feel like I get something good out of it.
The first chapter of my book, The Art of Teaching. And rightly so, the first words surround the differences and similarities between teacher and student.
There's a first time for everything, especially the unexplainable kinds. This is a true experience I had in the mountains, in the middle of the night.
Existential musings and ramblings. Sometimes the complexities of a physical body trying to function with a reasoning brain is beyond me.