Schooled in academia, but with no tolerance for truth and reason, what do our schools give us?

A bossy high school teacher slips and falls on wet painted floor on her way to the principal’s office.

From one relationship to the other!

On valuing good deeds…

A poem on persevering love…

I made this poem the day one of my favorite student told me she’s leaving the school where I’ve been working as a Math teacher for four years. She’s very nice, sweet and we can talk about everything especially her teenage life. We have established a special bond together thus I was surprised and hurt that she’s going to transfer to another school near her hometown.

A cinquain poem.

My first short story. Just a quick read. Supposed to be emotional.

Contrary to the understanding of many, the voice behind a material heard on a broadcast station (radio, television) is not a high paying job. Tedious, as glamorous and influential as it is, but true passion for this work is what it takes to maintain in the job.

How one person changed the life of others.