tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646797751527572885.post6475382547855241087..comments2024-01-01T17:04:12.950-06:00Comments on Emily Brisse: Where We GoEmily Brissehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03784086623918098981noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646797751527572885.post-17263446964790496782011-10-10T11:42:38.163-05:002011-10-10T11:42:38.163-05:00Thank you, Julian. (And for perservering through t...Thank you, Julian. (And for perservering through the Blogger comment-block-thingamagigie!) It's easy to fit kids into one mental compartment: how they are in a classroom. But of course there is so much else going on. So much. Something for all of us to remember and remind.Emily Brissehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03784086623918098981noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646797751527572885.post-764439523345605422011-10-09T00:42:13.966-05:002011-10-09T00:42:13.966-05:00This is strong writing, Emily, really strong. Your...This is strong writing, Emily, really strong. Your deftly told story has taken me back to an earlier age and to what passed for bridges where I grew up. You're so very right about the need for love, the need for a place and possibilities. Thanks for these important words, for bringing them home.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646797751527572885.post-44545361201849967612011-10-06T12:04:31.263-05:002011-10-06T12:04:31.263-05:00Thanks, Bill. I love teaching, but in many ways it...Thanks, Bill. I love teaching, but in many ways it's frustratingly limited in regard to what I'm able to actually DO for some students, especially the underprivledged ones. 55 minutes a day. In and out they go, on to a dozen other things that ecplipse Shakespeare. Hopefully they know I care about them; in many moments, that seems like the most important thing.Emily Brissehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03784086623918098981noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646797751527572885.post-24676245666918647062011-10-04T17:10:31.527-05:002011-10-04T17:10:31.527-05:00I came from under the bridge and after boing down ...I came from under the bridge and after boing down the wrong trail for quite a while managed to find wild places and a good path to follow. After college I worked with tough kids for eleven years. I still see many of them today. Some made it and some did not. What you write here is so full of the truth that it grabbed me right by the throat. Yes, they need a place and someone to love them. That would be at least a good start. Thank you so much for writing this. You are a fine writer, but much more a fine person.Wild_Billhttp://www.wildramblings.comnoreply@blogger.com