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?

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.

And back.

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And I brought a few monsters back with me.

Quote by the Marquis de Sade. I first heard it in the film Quills, which I highly recommend if you’re starved for something to watch.

Ride or die.

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I’m going on an adventure with my A level students this weekend ^_^ And when I say ‘ride or die’ I really mean ‘raft or die’ … okay, I might actually just die. But I’m excited!

Cause Imma ride or die
Whether you fail or fly

 

Pickling.

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I like her outlook, I’m still meditating on the pickling, but I believe she has a very valid point overall. Just something to keep in mind on your Sunday afternoon ^_^

Said George Bernard Shaw.

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“Liquor is the chloroform which enables the poor man to endure the painful operation of living.”

– George Bernard Shaw

Spider season.

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It’s the day before Halloween! So I thought it apt to discuss one of my many phobias. While others are rejoicing about the recent rain, I’ve been staring at the windows with the Doom can clinking in my trembling hands. After the first serious storm all the creepy crawlies wake up and decide to visit the inside of your pillowcase. I’m constantly on edge. Not even a dust bunny escapes my super tuned reflexes. If it moves, I kill it. I can’t be friends with people who “catch and release” spiders, that fucker knows where I live now?! Kill it with fire, sage the space, say a holy incantation, touch a button, turn anti-clockwise twice and jump on the ashes 6 times, that’s the only way you get rid of a spider.

Every child needs a monster.

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Halloween is such a cool holiday and it’s right around the corner! You get to dress up, get drunk, watch cheap movies, eat candy, and you’re allowed to tell flat out lies and call them “scary stories”. Sadly, Halloween is terribly neglected in South Africa, and children are warned about  the dangers of hell, devil worship, and diabetes instead. But sometimes celebrating the silliness of witches, ghouls and ghosts can neutralise instead of encourage fear. Today’s doodle is a quote from a short story by Nataniël, which illustrates the difference between having a fear or a friend for life.

“When a child learns how the world works, he becomes scared, said Grandfather. He needs his own monster to fight the others. They have been giving children monsters in every fairytale since the beginning, dragons, eagles, geese and bats, creatures that can protect them and help them escape.

From what? Said Grandmother.

You know what happens, said Grandfather. You know what they do to children. Teachers, strangers, people they know, parents, uncles. Better you have a monster when you need one, than a demon at my age. You know what happens.

It took me many years to find out what happens. But since that day I have loved my grandfather, he might have been a little alcoholic, but he gave me the monster that has been my protection to this day.”

Nataniël, When I Was 8, When I Was, 2008