Okay, so as much as I hate trying to sum myself up in a few. ell
chose paragraphs...I actually prefer to sell myself during as
actual conversation...as we live in an "online world", I'll give it
my best shot.
What makes me tick? People, for one thing. I love being surprised by an unexpected quirk that causes me to once again be reminded that there's much more to each of us than the part(s) that show on the surface.
My nieces and nephews are another very important part of my life. Spending time with them rewards me on many levels (and allows the "kid in me" to occasionally run wild and free!).
By the way, before we go any further, I should also mention that I have a lifelong weakness for a well turned phrase (not necessarily a bad thing as I embark on my second career as a high school teacher) and have the possibly delusional belief that anything that happens in life, good, bad or somewhere in between, can be the raw stuff of art. I like to write and so I think that it's only fair to warn you that I can't promise that any conversation or confidence won't be used as grist for the mill (with names changed to protect the guilty, of course).
And speaking of "good, bad or somewhere in between" is my love for the Cubs which, these days is starting to feel more and more like a hereditary affliction. I DO have hopes that someday a cure might be discovered but, in the meantime, I still have the Stanley Cup Champion Chicago Blackhawks (God, I NEVER get tired of writing that) kindling a small flame of hope.
And while we're on the subject of hope, I might as well mention that I've recently completed a student teaching assignment that has put me ever closer to my goal of moulding young minds-which will, in turn, come as a surprise to many of the teachers whose carcasses are strewn along my own, personal "Road to Education". What a difference a few decades make. By the way, you get special bonus points if you guess what subject I'm teaching.
What makes me tick? People, for one thing. I love being surprised by an unexpected quirk that causes me to once again be reminded that there's much more to each of us than the part(s) that show on the surface.
My nieces and nephews are another very important part of my life. Spending time with them rewards me on many levels (and allows the "kid in me" to occasionally run wild and free!).
By the way, before we go any further, I should also mention that I have a lifelong weakness for a well turned phrase (not necessarily a bad thing as I embark on my second career as a high school teacher) and have the possibly delusional belief that anything that happens in life, good, bad or somewhere in between, can be the raw stuff of art. I like to write and so I think that it's only fair to warn you that I can't promise that any conversation or confidence won't be used as grist for the mill (with names changed to protect the guilty, of course).
And speaking of "good, bad or somewhere in between" is my love for the Cubs which, these days is starting to feel more and more like a hereditary affliction. I DO have hopes that someday a cure might be discovered but, in the meantime, I still have the Stanley Cup Champion Chicago Blackhawks (God, I NEVER get tired of writing that) kindling a small flame of hope.
And while we're on the subject of hope, I might as well mention that I've recently completed a student teaching assignment that has put me ever closer to my goal of moulding young minds-which will, in turn, come as a surprise to many of the teachers whose carcasses are strewn along my own, personal "Road to Education". What a difference a few decades make. By the way, you get special bonus points if you guess what subject I'm teaching.
