My mistake.

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It takes courage to say you’re sorry. I’ve learned that the longer you wait  to apologise, the more difficult it becomes, and then one day it’s just impossible. Mostly because it will have become irrelevant. What ever you did no longer matters to the wronged party. Ironically, by that time, right or not, you kinda lose the argument by default. Because your “opponent” has moved on from what you still mean to make right. The sooner you begin to fix what broke, the quicker you can leave it behind you.

Very often adults/teachers/lecturers won’t admit to kids/students when they’re wrong. Google will expose you before you have time to edit the Wikipedia page. You lose your reliability as well as the student’s respect and trust. It tells a student the little bit of authority you have is more important than your responsibility to actually teach the truth. They realise that you would rather compromise their education than your ego. Would you pay any attention to someone like that?

Limitations.

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This post is inspired by one of the ten greatest physicists of all time, Richard Feynman. If he was my math teacher, I’m sure I would feel a whole lot different about numbers and sums. As it is, I still get nightmares about my matric exam and it’s almost been a decade! I met his character in the film, The Challenger Disaster, an inspiring look at the investigation that followed the tragedy. I would recommend it to geniuses as well as mathematical idiots alike. Very entertaining!

 

 

Braaf wees.

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Moet myself al vroeg more sielkundig begin voorberei vir die ontmoeting met my aardsvyand later vanmiddag … afspraak met Die Tandarts.

Don’t expect from me…

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Slavoj Žižek, one of my favourite thinkers. I especially enjoy his sense of humour:

“Humanity is okay, but 99% of people are boring idiots.” 

And he can be suprisingly inspiring:

“I’m a pessimist in the sense that we are approaching dangerous times. But I’m an optimist for exactly the same reason. Pessimism means things are getting messy. Optimism means these are precisely the times when change is possible.”

…I can’t focus, I’m sorry…

I am far more freaked out about this week’s upcoming exams than my students seem to be. The irony is not lost on me, oh no, I am painfully aware that I wasn’t even nearly this stressed (or prepared!) for my own exams. Shit, I hope they’ve studied!

Making the most of your mood swings.

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Today’s doodle is inspired by a Basquiat quote. Basquiat’s one of the most prolific artists of the 20th century… that’s a lot of anger. Sometimes being able to paint/draw is a blessing for the artist, what would he have done with all that anger if he became an accountant? It would have done what it wanted with him instead! Maybe if more people try to draw through stuff the world could be a friendlier (if not only a prettier) place.

Of puppy meat sandwiches and prose.

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Following your “most intense obsessions mercilessly” sounds cooler to me anyway. But then again, I just want desperately to draw every hour of every day. If your passion is perfecting the puppy meat and pickles sandwich, I would beg you to reevaluate. Or at least to keep your studies philosophical.

Kafka is a well known writer who started out writing short stories in his spare time and for “the rest of his life, he complained about the little time he had to devote to what he came to regard as his calling.” I can totally relate to that.