Somewhere in Between

Where do you draw the line between dreaming and planning?

How can I plan my future. I don't know what will happen tomorrow. I can't begin to guess what God has waiting for my future. So I can not plan.

And yet I dream. I can not cease to dream, or else I would cease to hope. Dreaming is my relief and my joy.

Where does one end and another begin?

Time with friends is good. Even when I am physically unwell, friendship makes my spirit light. And even if it results in me typing out horrible cliche after horrible cliche, it was worth it.

The writer in me is cringing, but I am happy none the less. Time for bed before my confused mind can come up with any frightening similes disguised as deep thought. :)

Don't they realize?

I am horribly disturbed by the number of education majors who really have no foundation in basic skills. I don't understand how you can hope to teach ANY age if you can't even figure out one syllable rhyming words. Or follow simple directions. These are the building blocks to literacy, a skill that is needed in every single subject that a student learns.

I feel... wrong... because I'm judging my peers, when I'm supposed to be holding the mindset that all students can learn. I really do try to believe that. It just frightens me to think that the instruction of many classrooms will one day be in the hands of individuals who cannot perform the very skills they are trying to teach.

I don't want them to NOT go into teaching. I just worry. How do you learn, in four years, the skills that should have been learned over twelve years?

I suppose, in the end, it's not my worry. God will place those people where He wants them and they will be blessed for His glory. I just have to try and do my job.