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The path

Just before the Saints leave, I was visiting the school to see my colleagues and make some dictionaries cluttering my cabinets: they make it more useful to students in class.
addition to this special time of day holiday on Friday afternoon is generally a quiet time without the supervision of the other afternoons, we had also chosen some time to share a cake between us. Probably the only time we could find, the school had never anticipated the need for team meeting, we did an informal and friendly way.

So here I find this road so often traveled. Station in my village, connections and these stairs, the corridors, these docks so often surveyed the small train station is 10 minutes from the school and walked the rest ... as usual!
I found lots of memories, these small streets of a wealthy neighborhood and Circular Avenue which borders the park area of the Observatory, this beautiful avenue that I could see in all its forms: as rain in the night, at dawn or sun depending on the season already. I have so often crossed themselves joggers, the same student who turned a cross street by lighting his cigarette with a few cats, horrible memory, was crushed before my eyes, another victim of the road: a fox crashed in the middle of the avenue, but also much lighter, the memory of squirrels gravity is playing and running on the trunks of trees as easily as the branches and leaping nimbly from one tree to another. At the end of winter, the hammering of the woodpecker that resonates deep within the park.
I have felt the smell of humus, fungi, plants unidentified or identified as the characteristic wild garlic.
I saw beautiful skies, the Moon in all its aspects, grand theft herons ...
Thus, the road work can conceal real gifts that inform, if not the day, at least the first few hours.
The best memory is a bit: the astronomers predicted a rain of asteroids on a particular date but as a rain - they said - that time was proportional to the "night of stars" like a firework compared a firefly. When I got up the day before my gaze falls upon a shooting star and then another and another. It was fantastic, I had never seen so many! After my shower, it was always the party up there ... I take the way to school, it continues. Astronomers had been mistaken for one day and I am privileged to have benefited from the event. No colleague had noticed nothing. The next day, the official date, there was nothing to see.

I seldom able to share these pleasures. First, because I did this trip alone and then because my colleagues do not seem to share the same path as me or the same sky.
No herons in their world or wild garlic or crescent moon, no woodpecker, no squirrel, no stars. Well, believe me or not, but I prefer my world to theirs!


The three photos were taken Avenue Flyer:

• bench annually invaded by weeds;
• Sunrise Avenue;
• fungus attacking a tree. This last struck a year and a half after the house where he was eaten at the base by fungi

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The Ugly Duckling

(this article follows the previous one)

was one of our students in the second. A real brat!
She had a pig character: arrogant, nasty, hurtful ... She missed her
year and, as we did not know what to do with her and her disciplinary record as a thick book, it was placed at the door.
The following year, another school, it is not better.

The last time I saw her shortly after his departure from home, so she was in her other school, but one morning she came into the class of her friends, at "us" and heckling , Supervisor the exit, I told him, once again, seeing out the cigarette in hand, you can not smoke in school, she replied "Shut up, you have nothing to say to me, I am no longer in this school shit. "

After two second, it follows a line of education / training but keeps his job only two years, still unlivable and demanding towards his employer.
What can we do well with someone like that?
What could it be?

few weeks ago, I received a friend request on Facebook. It's her.
She is 20 years now. She has a CEB: a certificate of basic studies, ie a paper that certifies that it has succeeded in his primary school ....

She recounts her journey through long messages with a beautiful language and faultless spelling. It is a pleasure to read, not only for the fluidity of expression but also for its history. I'm not at all in front of this child but unbearable to a young woman who told me about it - the little girl - almost like another person with a maturity that many might envy, with a beautiful vision.
Moreover, she still bears the burden of shame over this little minx who has yet nothing to do with the adult she has become.
What happened? I do not know if this is a day she had a click, she realized she would get nowhere, she sabotaged herself and she was plucked off the execrable kid. I do not know yet if the second birth was easy or the fruit of great efforts, but the result is spectacular and his dream is to get re-entering the circuit studies for a degree in psychology to help them ... Kids!

I do not say anything she told me, I just wanted to mention that this contact is one of the most beautiful and moving than Facebook I've been given. In retrospect, I think also to A. I'm talking about at the beginning of the blog: A. also experienced this particular moment, this catch where everything changes and where the rebellion, anger, aggression or opposition and provocation are giving way to behave more harmonious, fairer.

We've all probably known among ourselves these jumps of maturity for some it is smooth, while in others once.

This reminds me of the most dramatic cases, including this young man, Adam, who has killed another, Jo, for stealing his "MP3". Who knows if he too will not have this trigger which will open its eyes to the horror of his own actions? Maybe it already happened even before the trial. It is perhaps more a murderer that tried and convicted but a repentant anything to, failing to repair the irreparable, try to spend the rest of his life so that others "Adam" avoid to stray into the horror.

Recent history does not lack examples of people who suddenly had this vision and left the "middle" to pursue delinquent youth to open his eyes, to extract turn up to these young people of the small or big crime before they commit the irreparable.

In my recent readings, I found such examples: Matthieu Ricard quotes that dangerous convicts suddenly lively compassion during his incarceration and then Henderickx Patrick, in his autobiographical "The Three Steps "and" word "proves himself a repentant

I thank the person primarily concerned by this paper for allowing me to mention his desire to change history without even a comma

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Facebook

Some of my colleagues had made a member of the large Facebook community. A talk, they aroused my curiosity. I signed up four months ago without knowing the interest to do otherwise, for example, see pictures of the baby of a colleague.

For those who do not know yet what is Facebook, say to sum this is a site where it falls under his real name. Former friends can find you and find yourself, then you must make the effort to move your "friendship" and the other accepts, you are part of their circle of friends, you have access to the data they want to leave it on the Internet: artistic tastes, attended, political or religious, different things that characterize them or anything; photos, too ...
I found myself with old friends whom I lost contact for years with great joy. Facebook is a nice tool.

I became friends with some colleagues and students at the school and the old saw me and started asking me also to be their friend. And it does not stop.

So that in recent weeks I am overwhelmed with "friendship" of pupils and "old" show me their sympathy and it is heartwarming to read, for some recognition of what I brought them and beyond what I could suspect. My wife found the formula "that gives meaning to my career" and I testify my gratitude for my having expressed so warmly.

On the other hand, these contacts extend school relationship, one that 's so abruptly stops once ... Our "mission" filled after Rhaeto for most of them when it starts getting really exciting.

I thus find students who continue their path (not always very linear, but move closer to their vocation more authentic) Others are already deeply engaged in their professional lives. Some of the prestigious courses of other modest but this is not what makes the value of man or woman they have become and I will talk soon with perhaps as much sympathy and admiration of a director of feature film as a supermarket worker, who both have made contact with me.