Made of Dust

An imperfect guy who likes to write

Month: October 2016

Patriotic Jesus

I’m a Facebook junkie, I don’t even care to admit it. I’ve written another blog about my love for it. That doesn’t mean there aren’t things I see there I wish I didn’t. There are of course. Specifically, it isn’t Facebook that annoys me. But like everybody else, it is the posts of certain varieties that leave me shaking my head.

There are certain friends, acquaintances and family members that I’ve just grown accustomed to the type of posts they make. Most are funny, insightful and positive. But then there are the ones frequently spewing negativity.

You know the type…and if you know you are the type, it’s okay. I don’t judge based on Facebook posts and I love you anyway. God gave me thumbs and so I scroll on by. I certainly hope you do the same when I post rants about my Bearcats, humblebrags about my kids, or the latest Advocare products I want you to know about.

The ones that never stop disappointing me on Facebook, though, are my Christian friends and family who share political insight, share articles from CNN or Fox News and expect the world to nod their head in agreement at them.

I’m not nodding. Not that they know or care…but I am not nodding. Continue reading

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Uranus is Gassy, It’s Science (Part 2)

I want to predicate this by saying I typically write more emotionally and seriously. If you didn’t enjoy last week’s Part 1 of Uranus is Gassy, then save your time by not reading this week’s continuation. Part 2 here focuses on inappropriate boy humor that I have encountered in the classroom. I apologize to any who find it distasteful and urge you to come back for my other blog posts, which tend to be more serious. Continue reading

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Uranus is Gassy, It’s Science (Part 1)

I think my wife is right. I’m an oversized 11-year-old boy. How on Earth do they allow me to educate 11-year-olds?

At work, I try to maintain a professional dress and demeanor. In the hallways, most would see me with my khakis, name tag and neatly tucked-in shirt and make some sort of judgement that I’m one of those “serious” or strict teachers.

I’ve had students that come into the year having never had a male teacher and having never heard about me from previous students or families. They walk into my classroom a nervous wreck, some to the point of nausea and tears. Continue reading

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The Day I Decided I Became a Man…at 12 Years Old

There I sat, on the floor in front of him with tears in my eyes and a box full of GI Joes between us. Around us I had scattered all the accessories and assortment of GI Joe tanks, planes, helicopters, hovercrafts and every toy related to them.

“When I grew into a man, I put away my childish things.” was on a loop in my thoughts. Continue reading

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