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| Bee and I before a Christmas lesson. |
Every destination has many routes, but
for each route there is only one destination. In life we call these
routes journeys and though we may try and predict the destination we
are rarely correct in totality. As I say goodbye to my kids one
class at a time I realize that they don't spend too much of their
time thinking about the destination, for them there is only a
journey. I've had a hundred plans over the last year, different
ideas, dashed red lines that snake through the junctions and
interchanges of life. I tried to buy a better road map, I tried
asking for directions, I even thought about getting out and
hitchhiking. At the end of the year of heat and juvenility and early
mornings I've come to few conclusions. I can at least say that I
know one more highway better than I did before and it wasn't the same
old route to the destination I knew so well, it was something
completely different.
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| They wanted Bendy to play Santa. He tore a hole in his pants about five seconds after this was taken. |
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| Porjai, one of my favorite kids. |
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| Sinyi, another awesome lad. |
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| I-Ice wanted to wear my shades. He's cooler than me. |
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| Moji!!!! |
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| I was not consulted before this change to one of my classrooms was made. I just wonder how exactly I am supposed to please the door. |
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| Taken while on the back of a motorbike taxi heading home. |
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| At a private lesson the kids knew all the vocabulary so we made a beach and they got to come up with their own vocab. |
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| Can you tell Zack is drunk? |
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| Apparently this is how eleven and twelve year old boys do their class work in Thailand. |
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| This is apparently how you dress for court in Thailand. |
