Dispatches from the Land of the Puzzle Palace: An English teacher blogs in the Baltimore City Public Schools
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Hold firmly, without wavering, to the hope that we confess...
Only nominally related to teaching, but I'd be remiss if I didn't mention Barack Obama's speech.
It was pointed, specific, poetic, unwavering, angry, and hopeful. This man will be the great leader this country needs right now. Wow.
I certainly didn't mind the part about higher salaries for teachers, either.
I am glad that he's not Kerrying back in fear at McCain's petty, lying campaign. His barbs tonight were on point: "If you don't have fresh ideas, you use stale tactics to scare voters. If you don't have a record to run on, you paint your opponent as someone voters should run from" and "McCain says he'll follow Osama bin Laden to the gates of hell, but he won't even follow him to the cave where he lives." Damn.
Then it was back to his message about what America can be: "America, we cannot turn back. Not with so much work to be done. Not with so many children to educate, and so many veterans to care for. Not with an economy to fix and cities to rebuild and farms to save. Not with so many families to protect and so many lives to mend. America, we cannot turn back. We cannot walk alone. At this moment, in this election, we must pledge once more to march into the future. Let us keep that promise -- that American promise -- and in the words of Scripture hold firmly, without wavering, to the hope that we confess."
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Ideals are like the stars, Always above our reach. Humbly I tried to learn, More humbly did I teach. On all honest virtues I sought to keep firm hold. I wanted to be a good man Though I pinched my soul. But now I lie beneath cool loam Forgetting every dream; And in this narrow bed of earth No lights gleam. In this narrow bed of earth Star-dust never scatters, And I tremble lest the darkness teach Me that nothing matters.
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