WE BUILT THIS CITY ON ROCK AND ROLL

The inevitable just happened. My students and I were writing goals for this year. I decided to play some 80's music in the background. I excitedly told the kids that these were the songs I listened to when I was their age (about 10 or 11). Then I had to tell them the year, "It was in the 80's." And there was a collective, "Ew!" in the room. Am I that old now?

CLASSROOM THAT BREATHES

There's something different about me this school year. Last Friday, in a situation that would have made me lose my cool with the 6th graders, I remained calm and confident, and a bit animated - like I was still having fun even in the midst of the chaos. It paid off. The class got back in order, and the working rapport was not broken.

I'm finding out that imaginative disciplining works. I think it is when I let go of my imagination that I begin to stiffen up and become rigid - in other words "inorganic". Hmmmmm, organic disciplining.

CHANCE FOR TRUE PEACE

Now that I am thirty four, it's getting harder and harder to fake peace. In my twenties I could be going through so much turmoil inside but still look calm and collect on the outside - now, here I am in an endoscopy clinic's waiting room.
It's really hard to parade a fake smile when acid is going up your esophagus.

When in fact, there's no faking with with God. He can see right into what's really going on. Is this part of becoming more and more like Christ?