Nothing is trendier or, as a teacher, more likely to get your story turned into a Hollywood film about how you helped an inner city kid become this century’s Twain than to be an English Literature teacher.
Keep talking. Eventually, you assume, something will make sense. Pieces and parts of pieces will be put together, and the sense-making that has happened in your head will become public knowledge.
Either the Brothers Grimm had a cunningly nonchalant attitude toward morbidity, or German children simply grew up with stronger stomachs in those days.
But mathematics at its best is a pursuit into the unknown, equipped with a few tools with which you are familiar and a solution that requires an innovative use for them.
Be brave. Be smart. Make mistakes, but the smallish kind if you can help it. Call someone with high-waisted pants and have them buy you a milkshake.
Their goal is to recruit you: to get you to sign on and give up. And many times, they get what they want.
All the world’s a men’s YMCA locker room, / And all the men merely exercisers; / They have their exits and their entrances / And varied levels of clothing, / And one man in his time wears many towels.
Kanye West didn’t say anything as his shovel joined the early-morning chorus. He liked his neighbor and might have greeted her, but he was still groggy and would have preferred to stay in bed.
The wizarding world finds itself again divided on an issue as deep and recurring as blood: what to do about the Muggles.
If you pick a banana, some honey, and a bowl of instant oatmeal go to 5. If you choose an everything bagel and heaping serving of cream cheese, go to 4.
