Among the many changes here at Blogster and one of the most troubling to me is the fact that a city and state is required. Here one is caught between Scylla and Charybdis (not really, I just like the sound of that duad). Though not as serious as the rock and whirlpool, it actually does provide a bit of a moral dilemma.
In the instance that the Blogger has chosen to be honest concerning his residence, honesty being a precept of his moral code. He then wishes to opine about a particular institution using opinions with more consistency than say-milk-toast, there is always the risk of someone from that institution reading the work and shall we say, putting two plus two together.
Of course the alternative is to assume the position of WTF and simply pick a city and state from the farthest reaches of his mind. That however does become a bit odd when wishing just to dabble in milk-toast and you are forced to write about something that according to your residence you should, in all probability, know nothing about. For the Blogster censors WFT refers to We're Too Free. I would never attempt to violate the sensibilities of anyone who may be reading this, although to be reading this might call into account any claim of real sensibility, so the point becomes moot.
I thought I might mention my new job. Assalamu 'alaykum, my brothers and sisters in Blogsterville. I am teaching at a private Islamic School. For many of you I am sure this brings to mind a resounding, “So what.” To those that know me, there has been a much bigger expression of WTF. And I say to them as long as I feel, We're too Free, I am free to work where I choose. Honestly I am having a ball. The folks have been as nice as I could ever ask for. There have been some minor adjustments that I have had to make but for the most part it is a delightful way to earn a wage, a small one, but an honest one never-the-less. There is much to tell all of it good. Needless to say perspectives and values have certainly been undergoing a metamorphosis of sorts. One of my more favorite times of the day is when I walk off campus to smoke I will wave to the Immigration and Homeland Security folks that are always around. Sorry Mr. President I don't mean to be rude, “Hi, George. Hope all is well. My best to Laura and the twins. Two bad about Barbara and Jenna. I'll pray for them.” I do try to keep in good stead with the big guy. Can’t be too careful these days.
Seriously everything’s been wonderful. I even teach a class in the masjid (mosque). When I get back to the porch overlooking the parking lot I don’t even need the night lights anymore. I seem to have acquired a glow. Can’t imagine where that’s coming from. Got to go. I will be back again soon. Insh’allah.
Hey what's up with this ' I find it all through what I write. Perhaps some of that Twilight Zone stuff is for real.
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sounds like your job is made for you. not everyone is that happy in their workplace, good for you!
as an atheist, i won't invoke a god, but just say: take care, peace out!
you know, i don't like this site as much any more; much of the "spice" has gone out of it (no offense to the peeps still here, including me haha). i've said it before: too nicey-nice, kiss-kiss. or in your words, milk toasty!
What grade level is this school you teach? Or is it adult students? Don't want to pry, just curious.
Bob
added you as a buddy [COOL]