Tuesday, August 21, 2012

How many is too many?

Okay, so last blog was about god and 'what if' type questions. Pretty heavy stuff, but its nothing compared to this issue recently discovered, analyzed, evaluated, conscriptulated, pontificated, and looked at. Look, this is real serious stuff, heavy stuff, stuff that weighs on minds and clogs drains. So, sober up, sit up, and take some notes.

How many shoes are too many shoes?

 I think we've gotten carried away with shoes. I had one pair of black high top Converse and a black pair of really painful dress shoes I would go to Sunday school in or funerals. I went on a shopping mission this last weekend, had to buy a new pair of black dress shoes. My other pair died. That only left the one pair of browns, totally throwing off my whole mechanical progression of my work clothes application or MPWCA. The death of my blacks reduced my dress shoe choices in my closet by 50%. I know enough that wearing brown shoes with black pants is a fashion gaffes and I didn't want to be gaffed so, I went to the store-a big shoe store, a store with initials and a ceiling that went up two stories and twelve rows of shoes.

The men section had one row, maybe a row and a half, I forgot about the sandals. The shoes took up about as much room as a driveway-to a small patio home. The rest of the store was all women's shoes. Every square inch.

Now, understand, I think most men my age don't have a lot of shoes. Younger guys, they have multiple colors, shapes, highs and lows-all kinds. The American metro-sexual male loves their shoes. But if you're middle age or beyond, still compare the price of a six-pack of Fruit of the Looms, or Jockey whites with any other, and secretly ice parts of your body you don't want people to know about, you have to keep it simple. The closet just won't hold a lot so you reduce your ownership to some good running shoes even though your ACL is so warn out you can't run, a pair of flip flops you've had since that arrest in Tulsa, and a pair-one single pair of black and one pair of brown dress shoes. What else do you need, right?

Look, women's shoes are way out of control. They have shoes that will actually, if worn for ten days or more, kill them. That's right, they will kill the woman. A woman or some guy wanting to wear, well, women's shoes, will fall off those things, being unable to do a good tuck and roll, and land on their shoulder and side of their head. They'll get up and be embarrassed, refusing any help or a call for the paramedics. They will go home and put some ice on their knee because, yes their ACL is blown and two days later, they're found by their sister dead on the toilet, killed by that pesky sneak, a blood clot to the brain.

Yeah, that's what happens to people who wear those shoes. This store also has stuff that you have to lash on; boots that are more expensive then the cow they'll be branding. Very expensive beach flip flops that have thousands of those little sequins glued on. I'm thinking we go buy those rubber 'thongs' we use to call them, at the dollar store, a pound of sequins, and four or five dollars worth of Elmer's and we make our own, attach a fancy name with only one vowel in it, and sell them for a hundred dollars each.

I had four boxes of blacks sitting in front of me to try on. They all looked the same and frankly, men shop price. That is the big decider. The next most important factor is comfort. How is that sole? Does it have one of those pillow things in them? The only other thing to decide is slip on or shoe string?

Luckily, they both, my blacks and browns, look good with my white tube socks.

Sunday, August 19, 2012

What if there is a God


Usually, my blogs usually land on a lighter note not asking you to think too much, but it was interesting yesterday and thought I would ask the question. I was at the mall and the timing could not have been more perfect. Two young boys, probably about ten or eleven, maybe about fifth grade, were walking down the mall next to me. As they walked by, I heard one, apparently answering a question from the other say "...yeah, I believe in god...." I don't know what the question was or what context it was in. It was just a snapshot in time. But, here's the question. What if there is a god?

I guess we have to assume the definition over thousands of years, that God is all-knowing, all-powerful, all-loving, perfect is as good as any for a starting definition. I assume the term 'god' means that. So, what if-there is one? How would that effect or change us, if there was, you know-a god?

What if there was a god and he fit in the above description?

What if there was a god who was the most powerful?

What if there was a god who was all-knowing?

What if there was a god who was all-loving?

So, we struggle with why things happen that are so against what we think god should allow. We get angry, we run. We come up with our own definition of who and what god is. Good valid reasons and questions.

Why would god allow a child to die or be molested or tortured for years?
Why would god allow disease-eating away families from the inside, costing them physically, emotionally, draining them.
Why would god allow war? Thousands-millions dying or homeless.
What if some guy went his whole life running from drink to drink, deal to deal, living on the 'edge' because his nightmares from Korea, Vietnam, some other trauma keep him running.
And what about all this science stuff showing bangs and pulsars, quasars, black holes and don't even mention Daffy Duck planting a flag on Mars with a real Martian. If there was such a thing as this god we speak of, he or she or it wouldn't allow such things. So, the math equation is pretty easy- excessive bad things=proof there is no god.

Unless-

Well, what if the definition of this god is well, true?

If it is true, then answers are as big as the definition, infinite maybe. So big we couldn't plan or predict them. If we had a thousand years and the best minds in the world working just for us, our answers to these problems wouldn't be worth the paper we wrote them on compared to, well, God's.

That kid that died? What if God knew their suffering and ended it and now that child is sitting on a perfect 'lap.' Their suffering for years? What if God ended the suffering years before they were destined to go and now that child helps others deal with their own issues.

What if that disease opens up dialog with a family that for years have been estranged and now are all standing around the same bed-crying together, united once again as a family tighter than ever before?

What if war, ends bondage and enslavement of mind and body. What if Good, really did defeat Evil?

What if that moving and shaking guy now has resolved his hate and pain because this god guy took it from him and replaced it with a heart for others. But he had to endure it for years so it refined him and prepared him for just this?

And what if all this science stuff, well, what if all this science stuff really is science stuff? What if the guy who invented all the things and places and how things work and planets and suns and how a dog shakes so hard it rains actually allows us to see how some of this stuff works because it shows us a little about how He works and He knows it amuses us in figuring things like this out.

What if we really can be as smart as a fifth grader?


Friday, August 3, 2012

Greatest show on Earth

I posted this sign on Facebook yesterday, or maybe it was the day before. Its a sign I finally, after several years of wanting one, got for my birthday from last year. It's hanging in my classroom window and if you drive down Indian School Road, about a half mile away and look between the trees in the early pre-dawn morning, you'll see it. It's symbolic, at least for me, for everyone one who works at our school, every school around the country, all grade levels, for every child, that we educators are ready for the 2012-2013 school year. I called it 'lighting the lamp' and every day, after I get to school, in the pre-dawn hours, we will light the lamp and be open for business.

I get to work with some humans that are truly amazing people, heroic in some instances.The kids and some of their stories make you want to go in and kiss your kids on their foreheads while they sleep. But these are adults.

 Our head night custodian won classified employee of the year-for the entire district-the whole district. This guy would give you the shirt off his back if you asked him-then ask you if you needed his shoes as well.

In my department alone, a department I have had the privilege to be the department chair for the last five years, twenty teachers in all, I had two teachers have their entire schedule flipped upside down two weeks before the beginning of school and although they weren't the happiest people in the world, they rallied and starting Monday, they won't miss a beat. Imagine going away on vacation and coming back to work and being told that the work you did and made sure was set on your desk so when you came back from Wallyworld, you wouldn't be too far behind, you discover instead of a desk there's a coffee maker and a rattan chair.

Another teacher  has to sleep at various friends homes because her abusive husband is at home. She will be ready. The kids won't even know.  Then there is a young woman in another department who, after working all day, goes and sleeps in a chair next to her elderly father who is in the hospital, taking care of him for the last two weeks. She's made it every day, coming from the hospital and returning at night, driving her mother there as well and returning her home, amazingly strong and unless you knew what was happening and were able to look real close and see behind the veil, you couldn't tell she was running on fumes, physically and emotionally.

Monday is game day. It is the start of a nine month run where, in that time, young men and women will find themselves, discovering hope, while many facing the dragons in their nightmares, discovering they really are true. Oh, and with some of these kids, the Boogieman really does exist. Some others, luckily less than the number of fingers on one hand, will not see their 2013 summer.

This is my second career. in my entire life, never has my work ever exhausted me like it has being a teacher. Last year, the idea of changing careers and being that guy who has to open the envelopes on those stools sample cards we mail in from our annual home test kits was looking pretty good compared to a teacher.

Then it happens.

Just when you are ready to stand on your desk and throw yourself off, some kid from three years ago, comes back to visit. Crap, you want to go home, not talk to some kid you don't even remember the name of. He comes up and shakes your hand and tells you he's doing fine, getting ready to finish at ASU. "In what?" you ask. You figured it would be rude not to ask.

"I want to come back and be a teacher, like you Mr. Williams." Crap.

On top of that little lift, within ten minutes, two of your teachers come in and tell you if it hadn't been for you, they would have quit. Crap again.

So, thank you Synergy Labs for your job application, but I think I'll stick it out and see what happens. Where else can you be among heroes and make heroes at the same time.