I was sitting in the car on the way to school musing, as one does, on whether the function of blogs was to react to events or shape them - or both. The traffic was pretty thick.
As you can see, there wasn't too much else on my mind. But seriously, I think it is a question worth considering. I naturally related the query to my own modest endeavour and came up with the notion that about 85% of my postings are indeed reactive. I then satisfied myself that the other 15% might have been made a tiny dent in the effort last summer, to fight the PR war for Israel during the Lebanon debacle.
I know that events happen and if I feel them newsworthy, they get recorded here. I don't do something in order to get a postingf of it out. Then again, I have found myself sitting through a movie wondering what rating I'll give it (now, how sad is that?)
So why maintain this blog. This strange monologue that I feel important enough to foister on those who express an interest? It's a funny question isn't it? What is it inside me that wants to share my experiences? Is it the wannabee celebrity thing (and no, I don't want to be one, thank you very much) or simply the need to justify my actions by describing them to what are mostly, total strangers?
I pondered on these no-brainers until the traffic lights turned green and for a fleeting moment, I decided that I would share these thoughts with you. Then my mind turned to school matters and suddenly, my thoughts became re-compartmentalised.
And there you have it. The inner workings of a teacher's mind at 8.23 in the morning. No wonder our education system is so screwed up.
As you can see, there wasn't too much else on my mind. But seriously, I think it is a question worth considering. I naturally related the query to my own modest endeavour and came up with the notion that about 85% of my postings are indeed reactive. I then satisfied myself that the other 15% might have been made a tiny dent in the effort last summer, to fight the PR war for Israel during the Lebanon debacle.
I know that events happen and if I feel them newsworthy, they get recorded here. I don't do something in order to get a postingf of it out. Then again, I have found myself sitting through a movie wondering what rating I'll give it (now, how sad is that?)
So why maintain this blog. This strange monologue that I feel important enough to foister on those who express an interest? It's a funny question isn't it? What is it inside me that wants to share my experiences? Is it the wannabee celebrity thing (and no, I don't want to be one, thank you very much) or simply the need to justify my actions by describing them to what are mostly, total strangers?
I pondered on these no-brainers until the traffic lights turned green and for a fleeting moment, I decided that I would share these thoughts with you. Then my mind turned to school matters and suddenly, my thoughts became re-compartmentalised.
And there you have it. The inner workings of a teacher's mind at 8.23 in the morning. No wonder our education system is so screwed up.
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