Good evening, friends.
Welcome to another occasional musing from me, Phisto Sobanii, sole proprietor and captain of The Partisan.
It’s the same old same old until it isn’t. Change comes fast, and usually all at once. Why, in just the past two weeks I’ve gone from international corporate trainer at a tech company in Miami to social studies teacher in a quiet town, surrounded by farms and ranches.
How, you ask? The former ran out of money and the second apparently runs on serendipity.
So here I am, thinking about my class tomorrow. We’ll be talking about Europe. Should be fun, as that’s part of the world I know a little bit about. Spicy part of the world, as I know we’re all aware. Part of the reasons so many of our ancestors came over here to the so-called New World. Get some goddamn peace and quiet.
Of course, being human, we know that’s really just a lie we tell ourselves. It’s been said life is simply the process of recovering from the latest disaster. I’ve had my share, and I have to say I’m a little concerned how smoothly I’ve navigated this current one.
Maybe I have learned some things. About change. About moving through it and around it. Must be the aforementioned feature of my blood and bone.
In any case, I go into the morning with hope. I’ll be talking to kids, making them feel safe and welcome, and perhaps laying the groundwork for a decent future. Not all that much different than my last gig. The colors and shapes are similar, if not the words and sentences.
In any case, my dear reader, I pray you have hope in the morning. Find something, anything, to help you move forward. The alternative is the dark, and while we’ll all get there eventually, I didn’t see anything in the rules against providing a merry chase.
Until next time.
Sounds like an upgrade to me, good sir! And the kids are lucky to have you as a teacher. Keep the faith!
That we came 'here' for peace and quiet, my collective memory forgot.
For me, it was about 1800 when some freak named Pierre Sauriol dit Sansoucy
arrived in Canada, ostensibly a military man encouraged to come help with the
natives. Like all good plans, some of the practicalities were not considered and
lo and behold I am some part Algonquin or neighboring....so, by somewhat dilute
the natives must be how that translates. The practicality again not considered is
that in dilution, sometimes, the essence is amplified. Best from Oregon