August 24, 2013

3:28 AM

I sleep a peace tonight
In the filling up
Maximum capacity
Of my satiated soul
All good things come
After 3 A.M.
Chords resolve
My name appears in songs
And credits roll on another 
Spin around the earth. 
I took care of my body today
And found a medium sized comfort
In what I took in, and enjoyed
And I worked my legs until they ached
My lungs til they ached
My fingers until they ached
My eyes til they ached
In the soreness 
I've come to enjoy
Is the satisfaction
That I took advantage of
Every minute today
The room is tidy
Laundry is done
Money in the bank
Clients satisfied
Surrounded by a peace
I scaled mountains to find
And bring home. 
See you, Tomorrow. 

August 22, 2013

Why I want to be a Teacher

John Schmitt
Personal Statement

In March of this year, I left my life as a successful musician and songwriter living in Brooklyn to spend 4 weeks walking the Camino de Santiago in northern Spain.  During this time I walked over 500 miles in rural villages, climbed a dozen mountains, made friends with people from all over the world, and experienced more living in 4 weeks than most do in 40 years.

One of the many things I took away from going on this historic pilgrimage was a clear understanding of what I wanted to do with my life.  I vowed to be an instrument of change in this world, to work to educate children on the lessons of the past, and to get to work on it as soon as I got back.  It is my goal to teach history and social studies to adolescents.

My favorite teachers in both high school and college were all history teachers that instilled in me a great understanding of historical cause-and-effect.  I learned that by understanding the lessons of the past, as they relate to the present, we can shape and hopefully better our future.  I believe the role of social studies educators is crucial in helping form this better future, and I know that this is my calling in life.
When I have told those around me my desire to become an educator, I was told numerous times that this is "not the time" to get into the profession. Instead of deterring me, this sentiment only fuels my desire to take up the challenge of educating our children at a time when budgets, resources, and opportunities seem to be less and less.

Upon obtaining my Masters of Arts in Adolescent Education in Social Studies, along with my New York State Teachers Certification, I will begin work immediately on educating our youth, and use my talents in music to enhance the classroom experience.  I will also volunteer my talents and experience with distance running and baseball to coach students and promote an active lifestyle after school as well.

I am incredibly excited at the potential opportunity to study and become an educator.

August 20, 2013

Hubris from Icarus to Richard Nixon

There is a Truth learned by the Broken:
That loving righteously without pretense
Or condition,
And then the subsequent distortion
Or unfortunate circumstances
Or abuse
Of said love,
Ultimately leading to its Death,
Are overwhelmingly worth
The overwhelming pain.

If I am not guided by Principles

By concepts I believe can propel and push
Me and my fellow Man forward
Concepts like Infinite Patience in Sight of Family or Strained Friendships
Concepts like 
Relationships no longer being transactions between two people
No longer being equivocation, 
One hand giving
And the other awaiting repayment
Concepts like love being an outward force
The pushes outward out of necessity
And not to attain or capitalize 
On someone else's vulnerability;
Well, if I am not guided by these Principles,
Then am I any less Awake than the lazy dog
That sits outside?
Is there any distinction between he and I
Besides the fact that I live for my brothers and sisters
For my Family and Lover
For my God and my Truth?
It is the only separation.

Therefore,

If I reap the benefits and blessings
Of my Principle-Guided Life
Which brings another kindred soul
To walk my path with me
For no matter how long
Then, though parting is such deep sorrow,
I am forever grateful for this Gift.

We must not stack up our outward gifts as trophies

They do not exist within us anymore
We give freely, without condition
And the receiver chooses to do as he or she sees fit.
Gifts of self to others 
Should never be gateways to Overweening Pride
The Hubris that brought down
Everyone from Icarus
To Richard Nixon

So we, the Broken

Were never any less perfect
Than before
Our Truth lies in the cracks.
It forms in the aftermath
Of others who swung the Hammer.