Fire Wolf
Keegan Margaret Rudy. Middle names are overrated. Mine sounds like someone coughing up potato chips. I’ve thought about dropping it someday, but I know I can’t. Because it’s not quite mine. It's my grandma’s. The only thing she gave me.
My first name means flame in Irish. But in the Rudy’s it means great-grandma who bakes. It means someone I never met, but am forced to care about. Too me it means Mr. Keegan Rudy, oh sorry, Mrs. It means Oh, wow, you're exactly how I expected you to be. It means change yourself to fit your name. It means now I don’t have to change anymore.
Rudy means you’re not a Wild. It means you get teased about being rude. It means you bear it, because you love it. It means rudy-tootie-fruity-rudy. It means rudy, …show more content…
But that’s not why I want to be one. I also don’t want to be one because everyone is one, although that certainly can be a small reason. Every adage that someone said taught you. Every punishment by your parents convinced you to stop you're antics.
No, I want to be a teacher because I love the face of kids when they finally get it. I love explaining things too people. I want to change people's lives. I want to be quoted at the dinner table.
I will have the power to decree what I wish, but I won’t. My classroom will be a wonderful collage of collaboration. I will not be one of those teaches you dread seeing. I’ll be that teacher that makes school worth it. I will be unique, but successful in teaching my kids to the best of my ability.
Right now, teachers are the bane of many a child's existence. But when I graduate from college, the world of teachers will be changed forever. Gone will be the mean teachers that look like they wish beating kids was legal. Gone will be the overly nice ones that never seem to teach you anything. We will evolve from that. And I will be the start. …show more content…
My mom was calling my aunts and uncles. They all left their jobs too come. Even my uncle, who was in the middle of checking out a patient, came as soon as possible. But when they came, my grandma was still dead, and all that was left to do was to cry.
Amber She was who I wanted to be. She was ageless, and funny and lived everyday like it was the end. She was my boss, but she wasn’t bossy, or mean. She was strong and scary, and kind and wonderful. She was our protector and our parent. We could trust her with our lives, but more importantly, our happiness. 2 weeks out of the year. 2 years out of my life. That’s all we had. I thought I could see her every year, but she is a protector. That’s what she was born to do. “I’m going too miss you. But I have to go. It’s just training.” For now. “Maybe next year I’ll come back” But not certainly. “Almost certainly not.” But you’ll try? “After September 5, my life isn’t my own. It’s yours.” It’s already ours. “ It will be my duty to protect you.” You already protect us. “But I’ll be able to do it better.” I’ll miss you. “I’ll miss you.” She was the best of the best counselor. She was compassionate and slightly crazy. She was joyful, until she shouldn’t be. And sometimes even then. She was ours. She was everything I wanted to be. She was what we needed. And now she isn’t. No, now she
Keegan Margaret Rudy. Middle names are overrated. Mine sounds like someone coughing up potato chips. I’ve thought about dropping it someday, but I know I can’t. Because it’s not quite mine. It's my grandma’s. The only thing she gave me.
My first name means flame in Irish. But in the Rudy’s it means great-grandma who bakes. It means someone I never met, but am forced to care about. Too me it means Mr. Keegan Rudy, oh sorry, Mrs. It means Oh, wow, you're exactly how I expected you to be. It means change yourself to fit your name. It means now I don’t have to change anymore.
Rudy means you’re not a Wild. It means you get teased about being rude. It means you bear it, because you love it. It means rudy-tootie-fruity-rudy. It means rudy, …show more content…
But that’s not why I want to be one. I also don’t want to be one because everyone is one, although that certainly can be a small reason. Every adage that someone said taught you. Every punishment by your parents convinced you to stop you're antics.
No, I want to be a teacher because I love the face of kids when they finally get it. I love explaining things too people. I want to change people's lives. I want to be quoted at the dinner table.
I will have the power to decree what I wish, but I won’t. My classroom will be a wonderful collage of collaboration. I will not be one of those teaches you dread seeing. I’ll be that teacher that makes school worth it. I will be unique, but successful in teaching my kids to the best of my ability.
Right now, teachers are the bane of many a child's existence. But when I graduate from college, the world of teachers will be changed forever. Gone will be the mean teachers that look like they wish beating kids was legal. Gone will be the overly nice ones that never seem to teach you anything. We will evolve from that. And I will be the start. …show more content…
My mom was calling my aunts and uncles. They all left their jobs too come. Even my uncle, who was in the middle of checking out a patient, came as soon as possible. But when they came, my grandma was still dead, and all that was left to do was to cry.
Amber She was who I wanted to be. She was ageless, and funny and lived everyday like it was the end. She was my boss, but she wasn’t bossy, or mean. She was strong and scary, and kind and wonderful. She was our protector and our parent. We could trust her with our lives, but more importantly, our happiness. 2 weeks out of the year. 2 years out of my life. That’s all we had. I thought I could see her every year, but she is a protector. That’s what she was born to do. “I’m going too miss you. But I have to go. It’s just training.” For now. “Maybe next year I’ll come back” But not certainly. “Almost certainly not.” But you’ll try? “After September 5, my life isn’t my own. It’s yours.” It’s already ours. “ It will be my duty to protect you.” You already protect us. “But I’ll be able to do it better.” I’ll miss you. “I’ll miss you.” She was the best of the best counselor. She was compassionate and slightly crazy. She was joyful, until she shouldn’t be. And sometimes even then. She was ours. She was everything I wanted to be. She was what we needed. And now she isn’t. No, now she