There is something to be said about this generation of students - and it's not all that bad. These young men and women "get it" when it comes to choices and the future. They understand consequences and rewards. They know boundaries and guidelines.
However, they also revel in apathy and extreme self-awareness. They enjoy deception and disloyalty - until it affects them personally.
This generation is both brilliant and ignorant... and this is the generation that will be running this country in twenty years.
Oh, wait.
Maybe I have them confused with those in power now... or those that were in power fifty years ago.
See, the more we try to analyze and slap labels onto generations, the more we should realize that there is no difference. The names and faces change, but people are people. Always have been and always will be.
Motivations of the heart remain constant, regardless of what decade it is.
Monday, December 19, 2011
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Holiday Bliss or Miss?
Greetings, fellow shoppers and egg nog hogs:
Is it any wonder that millions of people have dark circles under their eyes and a snippy attitude? Everywhere we turn, we're encouraged to BUY... BUY... BUY! Most of us don't have the resources to buy. Some of us don't have the energy to even shop.
For me, the Christmas holiday is unique and wonderful. I decided long ago that I would not succumb to the frantic financial pressure from shopkeepers. My children receive money cards. My grandchildren make out a list (HO, HO, HO) and I choose two things on those lists for each of them. Friends receive gift cards, and distant acquaintances are sent a "Here's what's happened in my life this year" letter.
Festive, huh? Well, actually, it is. You see, once I removed the go-bankrupt-for-three-months scab that was peeled off yearly, I could enjoy the holidays and my family. I don't worry about paying bills that will suddenly appear as if by magic in March or April. I don't stress about what to get someone who doesn't want another cheese log. I don't mess with mall traffic and fitty, tired shoppers.
This is a season to watch those wonderful movies and snuggle under blankets and sing Christmas songs with the people we love most. So what if I've seen both versions of Miracle on 34th Street three dozen times? Who cares if I cry every time Clarence gets his wings, or if I laugh when Tim Allen becomes Santa? These memories make me smile in July when I'm suffering through 50 days of 100+ temperatures.
So what is your fondest Christmas memory? No need to push it aside because you have to run and get a cheese log for Aunt Sylvia who said she wasn't coming to the family dinner, but now she is. Put in a Carpenters Christmas CD, sing along, and share the joy of this season, even if it's just with yourself.
Merry Christmas, everyone - and yes, I said MERRY CHRISTMAS!
Is it any wonder that millions of people have dark circles under their eyes and a snippy attitude? Everywhere we turn, we're encouraged to BUY... BUY... BUY! Most of us don't have the resources to buy. Some of us don't have the energy to even shop.
For me, the Christmas holiday is unique and wonderful. I decided long ago that I would not succumb to the frantic financial pressure from shopkeepers. My children receive money cards. My grandchildren make out a list (HO, HO, HO) and I choose two things on those lists for each of them. Friends receive gift cards, and distant acquaintances are sent a "Here's what's happened in my life this year" letter.
Festive, huh? Well, actually, it is. You see, once I removed the go-bankrupt-for-three-months scab that was peeled off yearly, I could enjoy the holidays and my family. I don't worry about paying bills that will suddenly appear as if by magic in March or April. I don't stress about what to get someone who doesn't want another cheese log. I don't mess with mall traffic and fitty, tired shoppers.
This is a season to watch those wonderful movies and snuggle under blankets and sing Christmas songs with the people we love most. So what if I've seen both versions of Miracle on 34th Street three dozen times? Who cares if I cry every time Clarence gets his wings, or if I laugh when Tim Allen becomes Santa? These memories make me smile in July when I'm suffering through 50 days of 100+ temperatures.
So what is your fondest Christmas memory? No need to push it aside because you have to run and get a cheese log for Aunt Sylvia who said she wasn't coming to the family dinner, but now she is. Put in a Carpenters Christmas CD, sing along, and share the joy of this season, even if it's just with yourself.
Merry Christmas, everyone - and yes, I said MERRY CHRISTMAS!
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