Summer is Coming Hot sand on toes, cold sand in sleeping bags, I've come to know that memories Were the best things you ever had The summer shone beat down on bony backs So far from home where the ocean stood Down dust and pine cone tracks We slept like dogs down by the fire side Awoke to the fog all around us The boom of summer time We stood Steady as the stars in the woods So happy-hearted And the warmth rang true inside these bones As the old pine fell we sang Just to bless the morning. Hot sand on toes, cold sand in sleeping bags, I've come to know the friends around you Are all you'll always have Smoke in my lungs, or the echoed stone Careless and young, free as the birds that fly With weightless souls now. We stood Steady as the stars in the woods So happy-hearted And the warmth rang true inside these bones We stood Steady as the stars in the woods So happy-hearted And the warmth rang true inside these bones As the old pine fell we sang Just to bless the morning. We grow, grow, steady as the morning We grow, grow, older still We grow, grow, happy as a new dawn We grow, grow, older still We grow, grow, steady as the flowers We grow, grow, older still We grow, grow, happy as a new dawn We grow, grow, older still BEN HOWARD - OLD PINE

Sherlock Holmes "My name is Sherlock Holmes. It is my business to know what other people don't know." The Adventure of the Blue Carbuncle "I can never bring you to realize the importance of sleeves, the suggestiveness of thumb-nails, or the great issues that may hang from a boot-lace." A Case of Identity "No, no: I never guess. It is a shocking habit,--destructive to the logical faculty." The Sign of The Four

Teaching One thing becomes clear enough...teaching as the orderly and scripted conveyance of information...is simply a myth. Teaching is much larger and much more alive than that; it contains more pain and conflict, more joy and intelligence, more uncertainty and ambiguity. It requires more judgement and intensity and energy than, on some days, seems humanly possible. Teaching is spectacularly unlimited. When students describe us, the picture becomes even denser and more layered. Teachers are good and bad, kind and mean, unjust and fair, arbitrary and evenhanded, thoughtful and stupid. For our students we embody the human world and we are, next to parents, among the strongest representatives of and guides into the world. The hopes and dreams of youth are in our hands, their goals and aspirations are shaped through their encounters with us. Positive memories of teachers are reserved for particular and special people; the teacher who touched your heart, the teacher who understood you or cared about you as a person, the teacher whose passion for something - music, math, Latin, kites - was infectious and energising. In any case, teachers are a large presence in the lives of students; we take up a lot of space and we have a powerful impact. This is why I chose teaching, to share my #life with young people, to shape and touch the future.' This writer read my mind