War time

I hope you are not thinking that I am just sitting around, with a big helmet,
holding on to a big gun waiting for the right moment to shoot.



I really have other better things to do than pick a fight.



I realize, even if my helmet is so big that it covers my face, I can never prevent the bullet from hitting my head. And no matter how big a gun I carry,
I can never win this war.

Conflicting roles



A red pen and a ring? Can they get along?
Can a committed teacher be a good mother and wife?
One thing is for sure- the role of a teacher goes beyond having a red pen these days.

Conflicting identities



I guess nuthing is as simple as black and white
Perhaps we are indeed made up of both
An evil mind but one saint heart?
Maybe we all have a lil darth vader and super hero in each of us
Constantly battling and squabbling in our crazy lil head
So tread carefully coz we don't want the wrong side to win all the time.