As teachers we have these phases several times a year in which, no matter how well we try to plan them, a trillion tests and exams hit our desks pretty much all at once.
Just in case you were wondering, I’m digging my way through approximately 90 of those tests right now … with 60 more about to land in the very spot I am trying to clear at this very moment.
That leaves little time to update this site here but, believe me, I’m also trying to live on the side. I just haven’t got the time to elaborate on that particular aspect.
It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.
— Theodore Roosevelt