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When my voice grows strident,
When I feel important--
I'm reminded of the kindness
And where I'd be without it.
I'm learning my lessons
It may take me a lifetime.
Give me strength to justify my being,
And show someone the kindness shown to me.
Todd Rundgren
I decided that just a simple hat wasn't good enough so I decided to do a woman wearing the hat. I really wish that I knew how to actually draw people
During my visit to Fort William yesterday I got to watch people learn how to shoot a musket. The voyageurs were very happy to show people how to load the musket and then fire. A fun activity for $2.00.
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My camera suddenly started overexposing and at first I couldn't figure out why. It wasn't until I got home and started thinking about it that I remembered the camera has an assignable thumb wheel that was set to EV. In the previous evening I was doing something with the camera at home and when I set it down I accidentally turned the wheel and unknowingly dialed in about +3EV. I ruined a few photos as you can see here, but I have now set the EV back to zero and turned off the thumbwheel function. Lesson learned the hard way.
Caramelldansen (^-^)'
Lesson #1 by Master Fubuki to Partio (she's searching to become more selfconfident): "Do not hesitate to be ridiculous, Grasshopper".
As you have noticed, Pomock don't care at all.
Arnval is confused.
sb800's left and right. Left at 1/2 pwr right at 1/8. Processed skin in PS with a little dodge and burn on the rest of the image.
The aftermath of the accident in the early hours of Saturday 1 March 2008 where containers, shed by a northbound Freightliner (4S83) lie scattered all over the permanent way. This view is looking north with Hardendale Sidings in the foreground and the main lines to the left. On the extreme left of the picture a buckled OLE support stanchion can be seen.
The RAIB established the cause to be the spigots on FEA flats that did not comply with UIC standards - combined of course with strong winds. Freight operators were advised to review the use of the spigots and consider mitigation of risk in high winds. It appears that little - if anything - changed, as the incident has been repeated several times since, including one seven years later, where a box was blown off a train just down the track from here at Scout Green .
At our usual Friday evening swim lessons. In my 20s wouldn't have imagined THIS is how I'd be spending Friday nights!
this young mother, holding her baby while they waited in a long line for the pharmacy at a mobile health clinic in northeast india, truly defined what it is to simply radiate joy.
it is a never-ending lesson for me in these places...if those in the most dire circumstances are capable of this much effortless joy, so should i be, in the land of plenty.
I remember piano lessons
The hours in freezing rooms
Cruel ears and tiny hands
Destroying timeless tunes
She said there's too much out there
Too much already said
You'd better give up hoping
You're better off in bed
You don't need much to speak of
No class, no wit, no soul
Forget your own agenda
Get ready to be sold
I feel now like Christine Keeler
Sleepwaking in the rain
I didn't mean to lose direction
I didn't want that kind of fame
And even though I got it all now
My only stupid dream
See you and me together
And how it should have been
I remember piano lessons
Now everything seems clear
You waiting under streetlights
For dreams to disappear.
S. Wilson
Dreaming Lessons ~ Pelajaran Bermimpi
Ada hal yang tidak dapat dipelajari di sekolah, kecuali bila ada yang mengajarkan:
Pelajaran Bermimpi
Sejak tahun 2009, aku ditugaskan oleh pemerintah untuk mengajar di sebuah SMP Negeri ndesit, yang terletak sekitar 30 km dari rumahku.
Dan aku dapati meskipun ini sekolah negeri, kemampuan akademik murid-muridku sangatlah mengerikan~
Bayangkan saja, murid SMP yang notabene sudah lulus SD, masih banyak yang tidak bisa membaca, menulis, apalagi berhitung dengan baik!
Aku pun bertanya-tanya kira-kira, apa penyebabnya?
Selidik sana, selidik sini
Akhirnya aku temukan sebuah fakta yang cukup mengejutkan
Tentang sebagian besar muridku yang datang dari keluarga kelas menengah ke bawah itu aku sudah tahu
Tetapi lebih dari itu, ternyata sebagian besar dari mereka juga datang dari keluarga berantakan.
Ayah meninggal, ibu menikah lagi, ibu meninggal, ayah tiri menikah lagi
Ayah-ibu yang bercerai, dan kemudian masing-masing menikah lagi dan punya anak sendiri.
Ayah-ibu bekerja jadi TKW/TKI ke luar negeri, di rumah hanya tinggal dengan nenek yang sudah tua, atau bahkan dititipkan kepada kerabat lain yang belum tentu baik hati
Ayah-ibu bekerja di sawah atau pabrik yang tak terlalu jauh dari rumah, tapi pergi sebelum mereka bangun, dan pulang larut malam
Ada juga beberapa orang yang ayahnya memiliki lebih dari satu istri baik secara resmi maupun simpanan.
Bahkan ada beberapa orang yang merupakan anak di luar nikah!
Atau lebih buruk dari itu, ada juga ayah muridku yang merupakan seorang preman atau maling!
Sangat menyedihkan~
Maka jelaslah sudah penyebab buruknya prestasi murid-muridku.
Mereka terjebak di sebuah dunia yang menyesakkan, kurang kasih-sayang, dan perhatian.
Hidup hanya menjalani sebuah rutinitas, karena merasa kurang lebih akan beginilah jadinya masa depan mereka.
Sama sekali tidak ada motivasi untuk belajar apalagi berprestasi.
Maka inilah aku untuk mengajarkanmu bermimpi
Dengar ya sayang, kemalangan hidup itu dapat di ubah
Di luar sana dunia lain yang lebih indah yang dapat kamu masuki
Dan kalau sekarang keluargamu kurang menyenangkan, di masa depan kamu bisa membentuk keluarga sendiri yang lebih bahagia dari yang sekarang kamu miliki
Jangan menyerah sayang, tolong jangan pernah menyerah!
Pelajaran bermimpi adalah pelajaran untuk menjadi manusia yang lebih baik
”Man jadda wajada” = barang siapa bersungguh-sungguh maka akan terwujud
”Man shabara zhafira” = barang siapa yang bersabar, maka akan beruntung
”Man sara ‘ala darbi washola” = siapa yang berjalan di jalannya maka akan sampai pada tujuan
”Man yazra’ yahsud” = siapa yang menanam maka akan menuai
---pepatah Arab, taken from a real story novel Negeri 5 Menara dan Ranah 3 Warna by Ahmad Fuadi, more about this novel and community please visit negeri5menara.com/ ---
Omong-omong, bapak ini adalah ayah dari salah seorang muridku.
Tadinya dia bekerja di ibukota Jakarta, tetapi akhirnya dia memilih kembali ke kampung halaman demi keluarganya.
Sekarang dia bekerja sebagai petani dan tukang ojek.
Aku lumayan sering mengobrol dengan beliau dan beberapa tukang ojek lainnya, saat menunggu bis sepulang mengajar di halte(?) itu.
Mereka itu orang-orang baik yang memiliki impian sederhana untuk anak-anaknya, yaitu agar anak-anaknya memiliki pendidikan yang lebih tinggi dari mereka dan kelak berpenghidupan yang lebih baik dari mereka.
Dan sekolah tempat aku mengajar itu terletak 5 km menyebrang dari tempat itu, belok 3 kali.
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There is something that couldn’t be learn in the school, except if someone taught it:
Dreaming Lessons
Since 2009, I was tasked by the government to teach in a village Junior High School, located about 30 km from my home.
And I found, even if my school is a state school, my student’s academic abilities are terribly so bad.
Imagine this: junior high school students who in fact have been graduated from primary school, where can not read, write, moreover to count well!
So I wonder, what is the reason?
I try to investigate it.
About most of my student were come from middle class family to below, I’ve already know.
But more than it, most of them were actually come from broken-home family.
Father passed away, mother remarried, then mother passed away and the step father remarried again.
Father and mother divorced, then each of them were remarried again and have their own children
Father and mother were working out of town or country as a domestic worker or labor, and left them in home with only an old granny or deposit (?) them to another relatives whose couldn’t be insurance to treat them well
Father and mother work in rice field or factory which not to far from their home, but they go before them wake and back very late
There are also some of my student who their father have more than one wife whether official or mistress.
There were even some of my students who were a children out of wedlock, --children of adultery—
Or more worse than it, there is some of my student father who is a gangster or a thief!
What a heart crushing~
Now it's clear the reason of poor performance from my disciples.
They were trapped in a world that is oppressive, less affection, and attention.
Live just underwent a routine, because they feel this is the future they also would be.
No motivation to learn, furthermore to excel!
So, here I am to teach you to dream~
Listen dear, misfortunes of life could be changed
Out there are also available a beautiful world that you could enter
And if your family is now less fascinating, in the future you would be able to form your own family that full of love and affection more than what you have now!
Don’t give up dear, please never give up!
Dreaming lessons is a lesson to be a better person
”Man jadda wajada” = who is seriously make effort would be succeed
”Man shabara zhafira” = who is patience would be lucky
”Man sara ‘ala darbi washola” = who is walk on his way would arrive to the destination
”Man yazra’ yahsud” = who is plants would be harvest
---Arabic proverb, taken from a real story novel Negeri 5 Menara dan Ranah 3 Warna by Ahmad Fuadi, more about this novel and community please visit negeri5menara.com/ ---
By the way, this man is one of my student’s fathers.
He was work in capital city, Jakarta, before but he decides to back home for his family.
Now he works as a farmer and a motorcycle rental driver.
I quite often to talk with him and several other motorcycle rental drivers, while waiting for my bus in those bus stop to take me home after working.
They are nice persons, who have simple dreams that their children would have a better education and later a better life than their own.
And the school where I teach is located 5 km crossing of those roads, turning 3 times.
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Maap, ceritanya kepanjangan kan ya… ;p
by Nicholas-Bernard Lépicié (1735 - 1784)
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The wallpaper, the paintings, the fabrics, the gilt !
The Wallace Collection, London, UK (thank you for being allowed to take photographs within this building !)
A motmot that serves as a lesson to observers in highlighting the wonders of the neotropics. Birding Paradise.
the first session I have done with my little Grace since she 'accidently" chopped off her hair..yes..you heard right! lol She got a round brush tangled in the side and her independant 6 yr old problem solving was to simply "cut it out" and no one would be the wiser! eek! soooo....pixie cut it was..there were tears..mostly mine, but we both have learned a very valuable lesson...to look beyond the outside and to the inside, she is beautiful no matter what...and meanwhile..it grows...
Surf Lessons on Waikiki beach in Honolulu, HI.
Photographed with a Zeiss Ikon Super Ikonta 531/2 6x9 rangefinder with an Opton Tessar 106mm f3.5 lens. The film is CatLABS X Film 80 developed in Beerenol (Rainier Beer).
Walking back to Surfers along the beach front.
History of Surfer Parades
James Beattie, a farmer, became the first European to settle in the area when he staked out an 80-acre (32 ha) farm on the northern bank of the Nerang River, close to present-day Cavill Avenue. The farm proved unsuccessful and was sold in 1877 to German immigrant Johan Meyer, who turned the land into a sugar farm and mill. Meyer also had little luck growing in the sandy soil and within a decade had auctioned the farm and started a ferry service and built the Main Beach hotel. By 1889, Meyer's hotel had become a post receiving office and subdivisions surrounding it were named Elston, named by the Southport postmaster after his wife's home in Southport, Lancashire, England. The Main Beach Hotel licence lapsed after Meyer's death in 1901 and for 16 years Elston was a tourist town without a hotel or post office.
The boom of the 1950s and 1960s was centred on this area and the first of the tall apartment buildings were constructed in the decades that followed. Little remains of the early vegetation or natural features of the area and even the historical association of the beachfront development with the river is tenuous. The early subdivision pattern remains, although later reclamation of the islands in the Nerang River as housing estates, and the bridges to those islands, have created a contrast reflected in subdivision and building form. Some early remnants survived such as Budd's Beach — a low-scale open area on the river which even in the early history of the area was a centre for boating, fishing and swimming.
Some minor changes have occurred in extending the road along the beachfront since the early subdivision and The Esplanade road is now a focus of activity, with supporting shops and restaurants. The intensity of activity, centred on Cavill, Orchid and Elkhorn Avenues, is reflected in the density of development. Of all places on the Gold Coast the buildings in this area constitute a dominant and enduring image visible from as far south as Coolangatta and from the mountain resorts of the hinterland.
For more Info: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Surfers_Paradise,_Queensland