Taking Care Of Yourself
Teachers on a daily basis are placed under undue stress and tension. The workload may seem like it is never ending. Just when they think that they have it under control a memo appears in their mailbox giving them another assignment that creates more anxiety. Daily, teachers feel less and less appreciated and often just feel like they want to give up. They leave school exhausted both physically and emotionally, and often when they get home they don’t even have the energy to devote to their families or their personal lives. The pressure from the job creates such stress that they lose their focus on their diet, and begin to eat the wrong foods. They become so lethargic that exercise isn’t even a consideration. Because of exhaustion they stop reading for enjoyment, and conversations with their loved ones become just small talk that has no real substance. They tend to lose sight of the relationships in their lives that mean the most to them and are with their loved ones physically but not emotionally. They tend to live day to day just trying to survive and are not even thinking of what the real big picture of their life purpose really is.
A 15 Year Old Boy Is Charged With Murdering His Family
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Parents Today Are Afraid Of Their Children
The Millennial Generation
I started writing these essays without passion. But, as I wrote I found myself reflecting on the past more and more and discovered my passion and my voice. I am 53 years old, and I have experienced many things both personally and professionally. I have watched society change over the years, for better and for worse. Oh I’m not that old I am not done living yet, although I do think about dying from time to time. I realize that I am not bullet proof physically or emotionally, and that I have to stay alive for my kids and for the people that do love me. The crazy thing is when I started writing these essays I began to wonder if my parents actually loved me. The more I wrote the more I discovered that they really didn’t know how to love me or my sisters. By 1955 when I was born they were burned out from dealing with life themselves. They couldn’t figure out a lot of things, and raising children was one of them, but they did do their best. I learned a lot from my parents as you can tell from these essays. I didn’t learn enough though, and I have had to flounder through life from time to time trying to figure it out on my own. I have changed my views on religion, politics, education, marriage and child rearing probably ten times in the last 17 years, but that’s okay. It’s all part of growth. I used to think that being in a relationship with someone who had different spiritual beliefs was bad. My long time companion Judy is Jewish, I am a Christian. I learned that we are not that different at all. We believe many of the same things. She goes to church with me and I go to temple with her. I just can’t talk about Jesus too much.
The Baby Boomers - From Black and White to Color
Before the 1960’s, most people watched television in black and white. Looking back at what society was like 50 years ago, it seems like people looked at life in terms of black and white also. Things were either right or they were wrong. There wasn’t too much in between Some of the things we viewed as wrong were disrespectful children, smoking pot, and sex before marriage. Some of the things society viewed as right were children not talking back to their parents or teachers and conservative dress. If you want to look back and see exactly what society viewed as right versus wrong, just watch an old episode of Leave It to Beaver.
Will The Real Parent Please Stand Up?
I used to play baseball in high school and college. I even played in an over thirty league back in the mid eighties. When my child Sarah was born in 1991, baseball wasn’t something I thought she would ever be interested in. But when she was about six, I took her over to the park to hit some baseballs. She picked up the balls after I hit them, and she got up to bat. She hit a few balls, and she even ran the bases. Sarah had and still has athletic ability- good hand eye coordination, flexibility, strength and agility. Well, when Sarah was 7, she came to me one day and said, “Hey dad can I play soccer?” I said, “Sure.” So I went out and bought her a soccer ball, shin guards, and cleats. I signed her up for the recreational league in town. I must admit I was pretty enthused. We practiced kicking the ball in the backyard, and we were both getting pretty excited about her first game.
