Batchmate, Benchmate, Check mate, True Freshman, New Maths and the Double Standard(s)

My Favorite Teacher.

He was not much for chess. My favorite teacher was a touch better at checkers. Even better than checkers, my teacher had an incredible, almost other worldly knack for ensuring my life was special to him, in his eyes.

It has been said that our first teachers are our parents. And then all of the sudden,

Life happens.

Along the way, we pick things up. Behaviors. Good ones. Bad ones. Things that work. Things that don’t work. A pawn here, a space there. A pawn which has no friendly pawns in adjacent files is an isolated pawn. The square in front of an isolated pawn may become an enduring weakness. Any piece placed directly in front not only blocks the advance of that pawn but cannot be driven away by other pawns. (wk)

Good runs of luck. Bad runs of luck too. Life or death even. What my favorite teacher taught me was to rely on my own luck. Rely on my inner bada** energies and create my own luck. Make my own and then make my day. Make other’s days,

A good day.😀

My favorite teacher taught me how to behave. How to treat a lucky charm. Amulet-ly even. Programmed me even. In a good way. Protection from trouble. Present. My personal good luck charm derived of his extraordinary abilities to pass on knowledge and lessons he learned from his own faith filled Mother.

Without the one requirement of faith, in Jesus and being blessed by a clergyman, and they supposedly will also not provide any preternatural benefit to the bearer who does not have an appropriate disposition.(wk)

Gotcha.

Ugh. One area where the the new maths, the equation may take on symbolic natures of their very own, a life of their own, all their own.

A disposition. A quality of character, a habit, a preparation, a state of readiness, or a tendency to act in a specified way. The terms dispositional belief and occurrent belief refer, in the former case, to a belief that is held in the mind but not currently being considered, and in the latter case, to a belief that is currently being considered by the mind. (Wk)

It is not a process or event, in some duration in time, but rather the state, preparation, or tendency of a structure “in waiting”. In the field of possibilities, its actual triggering has a statistical value.(wk) What my favorite teacher taught me, almost to a fault, was acceptance is the key, the ability to take it on the chin is vital, the ability to forgive is paramount.

He practiced these three requirements daily. And I watched him. In repeated attempts to pass on my favorite teacher’s wisdom, he showed me what to do, what not to do, how to do it well. Most of all to give acts of kindness with a good one, a good disposition.

Sincerely.

Always. No “ifs” “ands” or “buts”. My favorite teacher was right, present and always there, even when he was not there. My failings are mine, real, tangible and raw. My favorite teacher would never shame. He and I were a darn good team. A darn good match. He, we shared and shared a like. I learned and learned to like and love.

Not everyone or everything, or everyday, of course. One needs a reason to open the eyeballs at the start of every day, my favorite teacher’s eyes were always wide open in truth, consequence and wonderment. And I watched with breathless anticipation. Because it felt the best. And when, at times, challenges arose as they always do, and circumstances might have turned on a dime, my favorite teacher showed me the pain would not last forever.

When I was forced to cower with dread, it only lasted moments. Scar or scars buried accordingly. And tomorrow, a return to another day. May sound not so great. But its significance is long lasting and can be applied to different matters each and every day.

What to do. What not to do. Homeschooling before school, homeschooling after school. The processing of the lessons during dream state, and then a return to the wake the next gifted day.

Sharing a belief is helpful. Not a duty, although it can be. Not a requirement, although it can be. Help that is not helpful is not helpful help. 😳.

Help measured by the pace, the specific pace with which the circumstances allow. Sincerely helpful. Productively helpful. Good naturedly helpful and may be even fun at times. Depends on the batch, the batchmate, the freshman, the true freshman, the chess and checkers game of the day. The standards, double or not.

The desire to control may be paved with the best of intentions, but at the end of the day, it may simply be you, your self, your God, and maybe even your dog. No matter how hard you work for inclusion to occur.

Consider for one honest moment that the best that any of us can do, is to cordially exist. Kinda beats co-existing. And that is what my favorite teacher taught me. He even wrestled the double standards, the double standard arguments to the ground—with grace and aplomb. With a bomb full of patience, self restraint and an undying belief system. That tomorrow is gifted to us as another chance to be a good person. To share that goodness within the best of our disposition and abilities.

Tenuous tendencies aside. We all hold them in the palm of our own hand. The palms of our own hands. Awareness of the double standards is a must. But it does not need to cause a bust up. Should not be a bust up.

My favorite teacher taught me this until he took his last breath. And even after that last breath, he gave more of himself so others could learn about his well lived life and the parts not so well lived. Privately and publicly giving of his life in life and in death.

He lived his life as his own mother taught him. Lovingly, imperfectly, flaw-fully and flaw-lessly. Lessons of lifelong learning we all can learn alongside our batchmate, benchmate, classmate, checkermate, chess mate, true freshman-mate and with the new maths leading the charge.

Double standard or no double standard. At the end of the day, it really doesn’t make a difference AND can make all the difference in the world.

Your choice.😇😜🥹😶🤐🫢🫡🫣🤨😴😷🤕🤒🤢😮‍💨🥸😔😃😏😇