This teacher gave up all punishment plans in her classroom and the kids learned how to behave. This is what I want! However, my student teaching (I fell like I need to mention it was in an urban setting) expedience made me believe that would be impossible. The dream is alive again and if I need reminding, I'll read this.
I fear one day my heart will turn cold, but I also almost wish I wasn't this way ... I'm always giving, giving, giving, getting nothing in return, usually. Its really draining. But I'll continue to give, and give, and give ... I wont let the fact that I'm draining be the reason I turn cold.
Isn’t it funny when people ask me for my opinion they typically can’t take it? Isn’t it sad that when I get emotionally slutty people flee in fear of my inner intensity? How crazy is it that I could go an hour staring away from you and notice every move you make? Isn’t it baffling that all those who've tried to understand me eventually gave up? And isn’t it ironic that every single one of them, and you, will think of me again; over and over again. INFJ refuge