i promised this a few weeks ago, but then i got caught up with a bunch of sonnets and wanting to put some semblance of a summary into the ether. written during a really bad class (Jan 30).
this man is not a Teacher . . . but he is doing the job of a teacher. maybe that's what i don't like about him. he's not a bad man . . . he's just a [good] man who's too stubborn to admit that he's in the wrong place.
now i've sunk into a meditation on roles . . . you can have multiple roles . . . countless, possibly . . . you could be a Student and a Teacher, for example (which i believe i may be) . . . or, for example, you could be a Feeler more than a Thinker--it doesn't mean you're incapable of doing both, it just means you're more inclined to one. this man is trying to teach--i'll give him credit for his effort--it's just not in his nature. he has aspects of a Healer, and of a Student, and i'm sure he does those [his other] jobs very well.
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