Fall Down 7 Times; Get Up Eight

Well, school has started at the High School with Mr. G following up this bunch of kids. Just several words so far: highly impressed! I'm excited about have a great year with a terrific bunch of Eagles. Things look good...even through the cool sheet of rain drops that patter from our monsoon's veil as his master's hem drips with enternal moisture.

Following a droubt from too much to more too much. No inbetween. How about that? Houses are filling with water, cars are falling in sinkholes, and people home's which chocolate water from the high mountains has scratched free of carpet, left their walls mud-lined, and with few possessions unscathed. I worry about friends, family and people I know there. Can they keep happiness and hopes in their hearts with the MONSOON season hitting like a three mile herd of buffalo, nipping on the heals of a droubt simmilar to the one that tempted the Anasazi to engage in Canabalism.

Bad Poem

Me wite bad poem
This is it
No wime
Know details
Can't spell worff beans
Now me threw!

An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind.

M. Gandhi

I would like to encourage students to Blog. This is a great country where we have freedom to express our ideas without retribution.

Mr. G

All talk.

None listen.