Behind a bench, on the empty side of the park, you see some letters upended.
Maybe they fell off a sign. Maybe they were part of an art installation. They’re very three-dimensional and very white on the green grass.
But that’s the problem with metaphors – they’re always ultimately reading practice.
Kerry works in adult education in Santa Fe, New Mexico. He thinks that most people have really great stories to share, except boring people, and that learning to tell stories empowers people to learn to learn from them.
Silence, wrinkled brows, vacant stares. It all seems so simple. Why can’t they see it?
But wait! A spark, a fragile flicker of hope in the sea of despair.
A word murmured, a spark of comprehension, and the self-doubt is swept away.
Why would I want any other job?
Let’s say a wannabe teacher had to write a 50-word (referenced) teaching philosophy. Let’s say a wannabe teacher Googled “50 Word Stories” and was surprised by what he found. Let’s say a wannabe teacher accepted the challenge that had been inadvertently thrown down. Let’s say a wannabe teacher was a boy named Allen Snelling, a uni student usually on the wrong side of most things , including years.