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                            The Classroom...

This is a sad story actually, the one Iím about to tell you.
       About a teacher and his classroom and the changes they went through.
The teacher spent a lot of time with the students, teaching things that matter,
       wanting each student to learn what it takes to be happy ever after.
The classroom was large and beautiful and nearly everything could be learned.
       From science to astronomy to geometry to whatever their heart yearned.
The class was set up where the students were governed by rules of common sense
       and you had the choice of learning from others or from your own experience.
You could also decide to accept the rules or break them if you chose.
       You were told to be honest but could choose not to when situations arose.

The teacher put the classroom in perfect order. Everything had itís place.
       His workmanship had the preciseness of clockwork. Disorder had no trace.
The teacher gave us simple rules to follow. There was nothing hard at all.
       Then he told us that he was leaving but if we needed help, just call.
Things went well at first, we followed the rules and learned as we went.
       But many of the students became mean and peace and joy were soon rent.
Then as time continued to pass on, one student after another began saying,
       "There is no teacher; there never was! If so, what business did he have leaving?"
Soon, many doubted the teacher had ever existed. It became a popular belief.
       It offered freedom of responsibility to him which gave them great relief.

Many of the students began fighting. It seemed to break out everywhere.
       Their thoughts and actions turned to themselves, not willing to help or share.
Other students began to moan aloud, "Oh, where has the teacher gone?"
       Still others turned away by saying, "If he lived, he wouldnít let this go on.
In time, more and more students believed this "no teacher" idea was true.
       Until those who did believe in the teacher amounted to a comparative few.
Even those who still believed in the teacher couldnít agree among themselves.
       Breaking off into groups and not believing that a singular truth prevails.
One by one they seemed to turn from the teacher, following their own will.
       Making excuses for their bad behavior, giving their conscience a sleeping pill.

But what the students didnít realize was that the teacher hadnít really gone away.
       He only pretended to leave their sight to see what the students would do and say.
You see, the room was surrounded with one-way windows for the teacher to observe
       how each student acted in class so he could give them the grade they deserve.
For unbeknownst to the students, the classroom was for more than they thought
       and the lessons learned were far more inclusive than just the reasons taught.
Yes, the classroom was for tests and trials so that each student could learn
       and the lessons given were lessons needed for truths the student had to discern
and though most students thought the classroom was to have fun and to be a star,
       the classroom was for the teacher to see just who the students ...really are.

       Officer Samuel Jeppsen #3751, (Ret) R# 140, September 2003b   www.LDSCOPS.com

 


 

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