From the Archives – I Am A Donkey

Below is a post that I wrote almost a year ago. For some reason, it seems to resonate with me today.

April 26, 2013

When my father was here in February he said to me, “[Bernard], just be a donkey.” This has become a running joke in my family, and, sadly, I cannot live the title down.

Strangely, this was not the first time that I have been called or told to be a donkey. The first time was about three years ago, when I was sitting at the wood of my favourite, but now closed, bar in Calgary. Continue reading “From the Archives – I Am A Donkey”

In Class Assignment

In teachers college, we sometimes pretend to be the students we will teach one day. Today, we pretended to be grade one students writing Valentine’s Day cards. I was the only one who wrote to his/her pet, when asked to write to a loved one.

Riel can’t read yet, so we’re still working on high-frequency words.

Sometimes, this is what we do in class.
Sometimes, this is what we do in class.