Through dialogue, the teacher-of-the-students and the students-of-the-teacher cease to exist and a new term emerges: teacher-student with students-teachers.
Slide slide slippity-slide When you're living in a city it's do or die
I used to walk to school with my nose buried in a book.
I can't live a normal life, I was raised by the streets.
They say I need to learn, but nobody's here to teach me. If they don't understand, how can they reach me?
Life is too short to not have fun; we are only here for a short time compared to the sun and the moon and all that.
Everything I cook tastes better than yo' momma's nipples.
Smiling with pleasure, they went through their memories, not sad, old people's memories, but poetic, youthful ones, those impressions from the very distant past where dream merges with reality, and they laughed softly, rejoicing at something.
So shall I fight, so shall I tread, In this long war beneath the stars; So shall a glory wreathe my head, So shall I faint and show the scars, Until this case, this clogging mould, Be smithied all to kingly gold.
We've been taught that the Christian life is a life of peace, and when we don't have peace, we assume the problem lies within us. Not only do we feel anxious, but we also feel guilty about our anxiety! The result is a downward spiral of worry, guilt, worry, guilt.
Failure is a learning experience, and the guy who has never failed has never done anything.