Goodbye American Idol

As a teacher, I believe my primary role is to help kids develop a positive dream for their future...The facts and curriculum follow easily if the student is positive and excitied about their future....Idol is all about dreams....and without dreams life is almost pointless... We just trudge from one task to another like a bunch of worker ants in the colony. The "daily grind" has to be offsett by some joyful moments.. It's this juxtaposition that allows the highs to be so meaningful.

So as Idol comes to an end it is a celebration of the dream......The idea that a guy working in a guitar shop... a jouneyman bar band musician can become a household name.....BO never lost sight of his dream.... Carrie, small town farm girl, is also a study in hope and good fortune.. She demonstrates all that is right about amazing talent and good family values....They come from opposite sides of the dream equation, yet there they are, role models for my young students......

In the end, the thing that scares me the most is the number of young people I meet who are so stressed by emotional disruptions in their life that the dream machine in their brain has broken down.... When I look back in my life I can find 5 or 6 adults who "believed" in me. And in that belief set me free to actually realize that I could be more than I was.... I think I'll call these individulas and let them know how instrumental they were in my life.....

Dream on.....

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Rob Retchless said…
Very powerful words! It's unfortunate that many people exist in a world where their dreams feel supressed and impossible to reach. Little things like tonight's Idol finale show that dreams really do come true with hard work and a little bit of being in the right place at the right time!
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