Knowledge and Money

I love to read quotes from different people. I especially like ones that inspire and motivate people to be successful. Last night, I came up with the following thought comparing knowledge and money. There is more to being a teacher than just teaching curriculum. I truly believe that teachers must teach character and personal growth, as well. Today, I showed some motivational clips to get my students motivated to take the STAAR test, but we also talked about the following analogy. It was a great lesson, but within the realms of learning about character, they also learned the curriculum. (Haha!! Learning analogies is part of the curriculum!)

Knowledge and Money

by: Amanda Sanders King

Knowledge is like money. The more you know; the more you are worth. Like money, the more you have, the more you can buy. However, money only buys physical things; whereas, knowledge buys your choices that lead to character. More knowledge allows you to buy wiser decisions. Those wise decisions give you the character traits of honesty, integrity, loyalty, respect, and success. On the other hand, less knowledge leads you to buy into foolish decisions. The character traits you get from those decisions are dishonesty, falseness, insecurity, depression, and an unawareness of things. Your character is what makes or breaks you; therefore, knowledge is more important than money!

I went on to ask my students what they would do with the knowledge they are gaining in school. Hopefully, they will use it to be successful in life. Ask yourself the same question. What are you going to do with the knowledge that you have learned? Are you going to keep making the same mistakes over and over? Or, are you going to learn from those mistakes and build your character?

My Grandmother

My Grandmother

By: Amanda Sanders King

February 2, 2012

I originally wrote this poem for my grandmother’s 80th birthday. Today, I revised that poem to pay tribute to her. I don’t think she could ever realize what an impact she had on her grandchildren. One thing that isn’t mentioned in this poem that I clearly remember about her faith was when my brother, Jeremy, was in the hospital about to be diagnosed with diabetes. That afternoon, she told my cousin, Kerre, and I to kneel on our knees and pray for him. Although God didn’t heal him from that disease, she taught us an important lesson that day. This poem is just a short account of so many fond memories that I have of a very special lady.

How we love you Grandmother.

You are unlike any other.

The way you laugh and smile,

And how you go the extra mile.

Many times you wiped away our tears

And took away all our fears.

I remember we dressed-up Barbies everyday,

Although you had more things to do than play.

The time we fell off the golf-cart

Probably wasn’t very smart.

We use to love to climb that tree

While we played Mon-Chee-Chees.

You rode with us in the back of the car

So you could color with us on travels far.

We’ve all grown up now that’s true,

But we will never, ever forget about you

You are a lady who has done so much;

Many lives you have certainly touched.

Right now we all have heavy hearts

Although we know you have done your part.

We know Jesus was in your life;

He will help to take away all of our strife.

We are so grateful to have a Grandmother

Who believed in God and none other.