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HAPPY NEW YEAR

noreply@blogspirit.com (missteacher) — Mon, 1 Jan 2007 13:39:14 +0100

I wanted to wish you all a

... 2007 !!!!

I've found a very funny and thoughtful video on Max's blog.

"Kiwi!" is an animation about a Kiwi - a type of bird that cannot fly, who spends its whole life working towards achieving his dream. The kiwi strived to create the illusion that it was flying over a forest as it soared down through the sky from the top of a cliff. Thus, the kiwi spent what must have been its whole life nailing trees to the side of a cliff. All this, to fulfil its one dream of flying, even though it was technically unable to. There are several powerful messages behind Kiwi, but mainly, it makes you think: no matter how absurd and seemingly out of reach your dreams are, what's stopping you from achieving them?"

May all your dreams come true, even if they seem stupid or unreachable. look at Kiwi:

MERRY CHRISTMAS

noreply@blogspirit.com (missteacher) — Fri, 22 Dec 2006 19:49:03 +0100

I won't be able to blog for some days, so I wanted to wish you all a :

in advance! :-)

Talk to you soon.

Wedding day

noreply@blogspirit.com (missteacher) — Sun, 17 Sep 2006 20:16:03 +0200

Yesterday was a special day. One of my friends got married. The first one. The first wedding I was invited to not as the daughter of Mr and Mrs X but as "me"!!!
I guess it was the first wedding of a long list to come.

It was all the more special that it was a bilingual wedding. French-American. What a nice association ! The groom was lovely (as well as his American friends!). I particularly like bilingual weddings. They are symbols of tolerance and unconditional love. They are the proof that we're living in a world without (almost) no borders. They are the proof that one can go beyond one's prejudices to discover the truth inside each of us.

I hope to be part of this symbol one day. Because weddings are not only made to party and feel good about yourself. They are also made to build up memories of love and bonding, memories to be remembered for generations, symbols to be looked at with deep respect and understanding.

Holidays

noreply@blogspirit.com (missteacher) — Sat, 22 Jul 2006 17:17:20 +0200

Holidays are just a transition for French teachers. It's a two-month transition before starting a new school year. This transition is quite eventful for me as I'm preparing to start a new life in a new place. I'm moving to the suburbs of Paris to teach. I'm not going there alone, fortunately. I don't know if I would have been able to face all those many new things just by myself.
It's going to be exciting, as it always is when it is new. My life in this current city has been nice - but it is now over. I wanted a change, after only two years living here. It was enough. I feel I don't like to stay in the same place very long. I feel I am too young to settle somewhere, somewhere sure, somewhere definite. Nothing should be definite. I should be able to accept new challenges anytime. I have to. I will turn 24 soon. This is too young for anything to be definite.

I'm sometimes longing for new places. Places where everything can begin again. Places where I am a stranger, and yet where I can feel I am in the right place.

I am longing for this feeling, this one feeling I already had. This somehow lost feeling.
The feeling of freedom, of infinite possibilities, of open future, of endless opportunities and dreams.

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We were young. Not young in the sense of not aged. Young in our spirits. We all left our countries, coming to a new one. We were all looking for something. Including me. I found what I came for. Freedom. Freedom of mind.
There was nothing to worry about. Nothing mattered. Everything was far. Only the next day counted, the next meeting, the next talk, the next kiss, the next party. Our lives were rhythmed by our encounters.
We felt eternal. There were no obstacles. Happiness was our common lot.

Then we all left.
We all left Ireland.
And the feeling was lost.