one day during school, a teacher was asking people what they wanted to be when they grew up. he came to willy that bad boy who is always distroying things. he asked willy what he wanted to be. willy said when i grow up i want to shoot and blow up things. what does he want to be when he groes up?
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he wants to a photographer. he wants to shoot people pictures and then he wants to blow them up to make them bigger.
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After everyone has received their job assignment, the Chief Elder apologizes to Jonas for causing him discomfort by skipping over him. Then he says that Jonas has been SELECTED to be the next RECEIVER OF MEMORIES. It is an honor to be selected and it is a hard decision to make, but the Committee of Elders believed that Jonas had all the ATTRIBUTES to be successful. The Elders said they had been very careful when selecting Jonas because they had FAILED IN THE SELECTION years ago. Jonas is reluctant and fearful because he really doesn’t understand his role as Receiver of Memories. As he looks out in the audience he sees COLOR for the second time, but he doesn’t understand about color yet. \n\nJonas’ Attributes: intelligence, integrity, courage, wisdom, and the capacity to see beyond. He also will have to endure pain and be alone, apart from the others in the community.
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Hogen, a Chinese Zen teacher, lived alone in a small temple in the country. One day four traveling monks appeared and asked if they might make a fire in his yard to warm themselves.\n\nWhile they were building the fire, Hogen heard them arguing about subjectivity and objectivity. He joined them and said: "There is a big stone. Do you consider it to be inside or outside your mind?"\n\nOne of the monks replied: "From the Buddhist viewpoint everything is an objectification of mind, so I would say that the stone is inside my mind."\n\n"Your head must feel very heavy," observed Hogen, "if you are carrying around a stone like that in your mind."
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Hi Danmarie,\nAbout the time I got into high school, I started noticing the way other people were living. I began to realize that I came from a clan of poor ingrates, breeding without concern of a pedigree. In lay terms, I was a simple S.O.B.\nI began to wonder, oh no, what in thee hell am I going to do? It took awhile to get a plan but then, one day I sold my mum for a hundred dollars to some young punk. I took that hundred and invested it into a ten-speed bicycle.\nOK, there was a king-pin who lived in the neighborhood. I didn't know his name but everyone called him, "Angel," and I got a job working for him to deliver envelopes around town. The cops were always cruising the streets and I had a fun time ducking into alleys and following my bike after heaving it over the chain linked fence.\nI finally figured out what was in the envelopes and I had enough cash saved up to try another line of work. But Angel wouldn't hear of it. He said, "You ain'ta gonna quit. See that fat guy over der? He gonna beat the crap outta ya dad if you do." If that wasn't enough to persuade me to stay he added, "See dat greasy looking guy over der? He gonna rape yer sista."\nSo, I told Angel about my sister, how she'd been giving it up for a long time and, I already sold my mum, did he think I cared about what would happen to my dad too? Angel had another card up his sleeve and said, "See da girl over there, she gonna kill you and da worst pard of it is, dey won't be any pain."\nDanmarie, I must tell you now that I became very frightened. So much so that I went to the chief of police and fessed up with the entire story. As I finished, I told him I only wanted to get out. The chief replied smug and self assured, as he drawled, "Well ok, we'll try to hep ya."\nA few days passed and my routines returned to normal. I had forgotten what wheels I had set into motion and stepped outside one morning to notice that no birds were singing. None of the regular stray dogs were roaming the streets. A tumble weed bounced out of an alley. However, I became aware of some S.W.A.T. team members scoping me from behind trees and roof tops. Then, the chief of police entered the street with a posse of cruisers. They drew their service weapons on me as a captain approached with a set of handcuffs. The chief said, "Angel's gone, the fat guy's gone, the greasy guy is gone. And now, you're going to join them."\nThe whole neighborhood got busted. As I looked out the back window of the cruiser I could see the bulldozers already beginning to level the block. I got sentenced away to perform hard labor. Taking turns between sweatshops, manual labor, milking cows, pipe irrigation. All the while always working side by side with cousins of inbreeds just like me. There is really no way out of this hell. The only moral to my story is,\nYou probably didn't read this far, did you?\n\nBrett
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Stuff like this almost always relates to something that happened during his childhood. What was his family like? Was anyone abusive to him? He's got to work that out on his own.
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electirc train can't blow smoke\nDes-my name\n\nQuestion: If a blonde and a brunette fell off a building, who would hit the ground first?\nAnswer: The brunette - the blonde would have to stop for directions!\n\n\n--------------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n The assistant asked the blonde if she would like her pizza cut into six pieces or twelve. \n\n"Six please" she said, "I could never eat twelve!"\n\n\n--------------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n A blonde was walking down the road with a healthy looking pig under her arm. As she passed the bus stop, someone asked, \n\n"Where did you get that?"\nThe pig replied, \n"I won her in a raffle!"\n\n\n--------------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n A person went into the office kitchen one morning and found a new blonde girl painting the walls. She was wearing a new fur coat and a nice denim jacket.\n\nThinking this was a little strange, he asked her why she was wearing them rather than old clothes or an overall.\n\nShe showed him the instructions on the tin, \n\n"For best results, put on two coats".\n\n\n--------------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n Two blondes were in a parking lot trying to unlock the door of their car with a coat hanger.\nFirst Blonde: \n\n"I can't seem to get this door unlocked!\nSecond Blonde: \nWell you better hurry up. It's starting to rain and the top is down!\n\n\n--------------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n Three blondes were walking through a field when they came across a set of tracks.\n\n\nThe first blonde looked down at the tracks and said, \n\n"I think they could be bird tracks."\n\nThe second blonde went to look and said, \n\n"No, I think these are deer tracks."\n\nThey stepped aside and the third blonde went over to the tracks. She looked down, then got run over by the train!\n\n\n--------------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n A blonde asked someone what time it was, and they told her it was 4:45. The blonde, with a puzzled look on her face replied,\n\n\n"You know, it's the weirdest thing, I have been asking that question all day, and each time I get a different answer."\n\n\n--------------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n A blonde was driving down the road listening to the radio and was quite upset when she heard blonde joke after blonde joke. A little way down the road, she saw another blonde out in a field rowing a boat. The blonde stopped her car and angrily jumped out yelling, \n\n"You dumb blonde bimbo! It's blondes like you that give the rest of us a bad name! If I could swim I'd come out there and give you what's coming to you!"\n\n\n--------------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n A blonde and a redhead went to the bar after work for a drink, and sat on stools watching the 6 O'clock news. A man was shown threatening to jump from the Brooklyn Bridge, and the blonde bet the redhead $50 that he wouldn't jump.\n\nSure enough, he jumped, so the blonde gave the redhead $50. The redhead said, \n\n"I can't take this, you're my friend."\nBut the blonde insisted saying, \n"No. A bet's a bet."\n\nThen the redhead said \n\n"Listen, I have to tell you that I saw this on the 5 O'clock news, so I can't take your money."\n\nThe blonde replied \n\n"Well, so did I, but I didn't think he would jump again!"\n\n\n--------------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n A dumb blonde was really tired of being made fun of, so she decided to have her hair she would look like a brunette.\n\nWhen she had brown hair, she decided to take a drive in
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If you want to make the article more interesting, ask something about before she was a math teacher. Before college even. What she originally wanted to be when she was young, and what led to this career choice. Or ask if she has a personal motto for herself.
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a. Dick finally decided which boat to buy.\n    Dick made his decision while on the boat.\n\nb.  We were shocked that they appointed the professor.\n      The results of the professor's appointment with his\n      doctor were shocking.\n\nc. The design has big squares and various sizes of circles.\n    The design has big squares and big circles.\n\nd.The sheep dog has too much hair around his mouth so \n    he  cannot eat his food.\n    The sheepdog is too hairy for us to eat him.\n\ne. Could this be the hair tonic that the invisible man uses?\n     Could this be the man's hair tonic which is invisible?\n\nf.  The governor is a street fighter who fights dirty (uses unfair tactics)\n     The governor is a street fighter who is not very clean.\n\ng.  I really cannot give him a good recommendation.\n      I have more good things to say about him than I have time\n      to say them.\nh  Terry loves his wife and I love my wife.\n     Terry loves his wife and I love her too.\n\ni.  Yesterday, they  told me she would go soon.\n     They said yesterday was the day she was supposed to leave.\n\nj.  There is a section available where no smoking is allowed , \n     apart from the smoking section.\n    There is no section available where smoking is allowed.\n\nHope this helps you out.  Please study these so you will understand what is meant by ambiguity.\nEnjoy your Sunday!
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I had been all ready to go to Outfitters and Guide School in Montana. My dream was to live and work on my own ranch. \n \nThen, a moment of "low self-esteem" weakness hooked me up with someone and then I found out I was going to be a mommy.\n\nSometimes, doing the right thing, means sacrificing what you want most in life. Actually, the dream never died, and I now have children who want to grow up and buy that ranch for me someday...I know I'll be to old by then to work it, but I can't help but tear up when I hear their desire to fulfill "mommy's dream"....
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"Brilliant school." Now there is an oxymoron.\n\nEDIT: I'm sorry. I suppose that was rude and cynical. Tell me about your brilliant new school.
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Every student tries his best to compete in talent with his classmates at school\n\nIT means some will resort to cheating to keep up.
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It is my experience, especially now that I'm a teacher, that when you're young you want to be/look older.  When you're older, you want to be/look younger.  Enjoy your youth because it only happens once.
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High school for me was rough but fun. I didn't really start coming into my own until late my junior year. I was still a pimply teenager that resembled Beavis. But looks can be decieving. After awhile I took care of myself a lot better and I found myself being the person that people turned to for advice or a quick joke. I got along with just about everybody. Basketball players, nerds, and everybody in between. Though I enjoyed high school, I would not want to go back. Academically, I struggled through but I did graduate.
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No explanation. It is a statement.\n\nThere are many aspects that go into the making of a good teacher. Talent, training, many varied skills, insight, introspection and compassion are only the beginnings.
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Fears, outstanding childhood memory, what dead person you would talk to if you could and why, favorite object and what it symbolizes, words that "describe me" and why. Different than the usual "family, friends, what I want to be when I grow up" stuff I would think teachers usually hear.
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Franco says:\n"I got a kid Tom, Puerto Rican kid. Now her mom was a Spick, I'm a Spick and she's gonna end up in New York City public schools for like the next God Damn decade unless I do something about it. And I mean personally I would like to see her in the best private schools in the city. With wealthy white kids. Schools where they don't stab or kill each other, where they just do really good drugs, get incredible grades and go to great white colleges, do even better drugs and then graduate with well connected white friends who can help them get hired into the upper echelons of white American society. Those schools top at what, 15 grand a  year now and ultimately in college almost 50 K a pop. Now if I'm a lieutenant making 50 grand a year total, I don't know, between me and the federal government, maybe I could pull it off. She's Puerto Rican man. She's also a girl with no mom. I need to do her a solid."
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Sounds like a typical high school thing to do. He IS in High School, right? \nOtherwise, I would venture to say he has some growing up to do.