The unknown becomes haunted with the possibilities of failure, heartache, rejection, and a total loss of identity.

I felt that what I had been standing on had collapsed and that I had nothing left under my feet. What I had lived on no longer existed, and there was nothing left. Drinking the tonic of wildness. Thirst in the Amazon, a Reflection. Middot; Tagged with ecuador. I could hear the church bells ringing They pealed aloud your praise The members faces were smiling With their hands out stretched .

Because a plateau is a nice place to visit, but boring to live on. The Arrival and chalky carpets. Following the theme of Refugee Week, we looked at the amazing piece of art that is The Arrival by Shaun Tan. Close up of game cards. Close up of game cards. Close up of game cards. Finally I had a series of writing tasks based on the story set up, differentiated, so the chil.

Daily workouts, MassiveRepGuy, thoughts, etc. This entry was posted in Uncategorized. The path way less traveled! It was July 3. Just a nice day hike. Well, everyone cancelled but I still wanted to go. Had I known how rough this was.

As a result of this and the general lack of ambition in my class, I decided to focus this action research mainly on this group. Becoming a High Expectation Teacher- Raising the Bar.