When teachers get busy afterall

FS blog dated June 3, 2007

SO MUCH OF THE rest comes to halt and the evening suns start to fade below the horizon as the proud "heleo" seeping boast of its new supreme rule. Withered leaves will again cast new bud in an endless battle for survival. Then the motives of souls I call heroes mean for another way to tire the stretch of the day. One will neither  become honored nor acknowledge by the willing neophytes as they break the chain to the bonding ignorance.

Tomorrow will open the gates of the Old School, anew. Every drop of sweat means another ground of the prevailing atmosphere of wisdom. Will the enigmatic haunt for the glory be with them? I don’t know. I secretly despise the judgment and wrecking havoc for these illusive dreamers but perfectly classified into a two-sided working dagger. One, the merits which are due to them are held like a month of mixed skimmed milk spoiling every relative good idea presented by them. Two, throwing mud pies to their faces when what they do are just to  make profound watch list of what must be done to make life better.

I can’t stand to see them die one by one with the bullets fired by the mouth of the judges. I just wish that one day these judges realize the sacrifices being clipped by these worthy persons on the day until they get busy for daily work and halt the summer once again.