Morphological Confetti

It’s Monday. People often think of Monday as a day they would rather skip, but I look at it as a new start. I think to myself, what will I do to improve myself for the coming week? What will I achieve? I think of the fall season in the same way. I feel that I associate the fall season with school. It excites me! It’s the cool crisp morning air just before 8am class. It’s the smell of a new textbook and the cracking sound it makes when you open it for the first time. This is how I know I was destined to teach. I’ve been running away from my responsibility as a teacher for the past four years, but now I’m starting to rethink my path. I realize that teaching is who I am or at least part of who I am. It’s evident on my blog. Most of you who visit and comment are also educators or lifetime learners. We all love that we learn from each other and we love to talk about what we’ve learned. Therefore, I am making efforts to get back where I belong. Well, we'll see what this coming fall seaso...

There are times in our lives when we have a brush with greatness, but most of the time we are just not aware. We encounter this excellence from time to time, but remain oblivious. These individuals (some of them may be you) may not get national or international recognition, but they are “great” in the eyesight of those who are aware of their contributions. For me, it was 1992 and my sophomore year as a student at Savannah State College. My English professor decided to take our class on a field trip to Savannah’s historic Beach Institute . Beach Institute began as a school for African American students before integration. It now functions as a museum and archive of African American history. It is also connected with The King-Tisdell Cottage Foundation of Savannah. The professor told us that we were going to see and meet a very important Savannah native. He was also a graduate of Georgia State College (Now Savannah State University ). Who was this man? Well, he was born Westley W...