I've learned when students find me interesting I am adorned with a splash of color. That I am used and abused. Shoved in dark lockers, tossed into gym bags (and to be honest you should really wash those socks). That I can be used as a weapon (your brother needs stitches by the way, I overheard your mom telling her friend as I lay there on the table). That I am versatile, and can be fashioned as a door stopper or table leveler.
I have been discarded and overlooked, neglected and tossed aside, though I store vast amounts of information and knowledge. And students- if I have just taught you one thing. If one part of me, one page, one sentence, has planted a seed in your head-
I forgive you.
Love always,
Your textbook.
Have Faith.
- Mal
- "Tell me a story—a small story, a true story (or as true as you can tell it)—a story from your heart, a story from your life. Tell me of a time when you lost something—your keys, your heart, your mind, your mother or father, your way in the world—or tell me about a small joy you had today. Tell me a story—and your telling it will change you—and your telling it will change me—and such stories will move us both closer to the light." -Lynn Nelson
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