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I recently ordered a crazy weird lens that let me mess with the plane of focus when taking pictures. I thought I’d post a few shots I did of my church:
Though I’ve seen students do some incredibly rude things to teachers, I’ve never actually seen a student scream at and criticize a teacher openly in front of the whole class. That was, until one of my students did it to me.
I started class exactly at 12:30pm – exactly. The clock ticked; I started talking, and we immediately began an activity. In the middle of that activity, about 5-7 minutes into the class, a student walked in, shuffled himself into his seat and loudly asked, “What are we doing?”
I said, calmly, “I’ll let you know in a minute.”
“No,” he explained, “I don’t know what we are doing. Tell me, what are we doing?”
Attempting to be teacherly, I said, “I explained the assignment at the beginning of class, you came in late, so I will explain it in a second when we’re done with this part of the activity.”
“This is the first time I’ve been late; explain to me what we are doing!” The more he talked the louder her got.
I felt bullied; I really didn’t want to cave to a bully. “I don’t want to take up time to explain this again, so I’ll let you know what we’re doing after I’m done with this part of the assignment.”
He broke into an all out roar -
“NO! THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I HAVE BEEN LATE! WHY CAN YOU NOT TELL ME WHAT WE’RE DOING? YOU ARE NOT HELPING ME! YOU ARE NOT TEACHING US!” He was shouting, full tilt, and then he started to stand, “YOU ARE A BAD TEACHER!”
wow… this is weird… this is crazy… is this really happening? What really creeped me out was that he started to stand.
Bewildered, I caved. I raised my hands in peace and calmly said, “Hey, hey, no worries. I’ll explain what we’re doing.”
“Thank you.”
Immediately after class he left and went to the teacher of record with this complaint:
“Ben is not helping me. I think it is my accent and he does not understand what I ask. When I ask something he ignores my question and moves on to something else. You need to talk to him about this.”
Check it out, let me know what you think : )
Kevin Carter, a famous photojournalist, took this shot when documenting the Sudan famine. He won the pulitzer prize for taking it but killed himself 6 weeks later; his critics said he had lost his humanity for the sake of a picture.
Last night I read this verse: For you did not receive the spirit of bondage again to fear, but you received the Spirit of adoption by whom we cry out, “Abba, Father” (Romans 8:15)
As a Christian I find this to be one of the most beautiful realities I’ve ever experienced – despite the muck from which I come, the muck I myself created, God has adopted me as one of his own and now I’m his kid.
As such I’m always encouraged when I see Christians adopting children our of a difficulty. A family that has done this, and has exemplified the kind of love and compassion God has shown us, recently asked that I take some photos of the two children they’ve adopted.
Aren’t they adorable?
Hey everyone,
The college group I attend went on a retreat this weekend to learn about the way we MUST use the Scriptures to counsel both ourselves in our own trials, and others when they seek our advice.
I have a little sneak peak of photos (more to follow)
Hey everyone,
This is my favorite shoot from the summer. Let me know what you think!
I’m having a Jane Austen moment from some old proverbs:
Gossip is like shredding a eider pillow on a windy day. After letting all the fine duck feathers blow off, it’s impossible to retrieve them all.
Defaming another’s character and then spreading that defamation is nearly irreparable. Will you go to each person (who went to each person) and retract the words that ruined a reputation?
Those few words, whether malicious or not, go down like tasty morsels, spread further than we intend, wound deeper than we mean.
Yet gossip seems so fun and harmless!
