W. H. Horner
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They’ve Always Been Here
They’ve always been here. The world lurched. John twisted as he fell forward, landing on the arm pressed hard against his side. Fresh pain exploded. Lights flashed. The edges of his vision went black. He vomited his meager breakfast. Sputtered and wiped his free arm across his chin, smearing the puke.
By W. H. Horner3 years ago in Fiction
Words Are Power
On the first meeting of my college-skills course for new undergraduate students, I tell them how I avoided teaching because I was scared of it. I care about teaching and about the power of education, and I didn't want to mess up. But people kept pushing me to try it, saying I was missing a calling. And even though I was petrified the first time I taught a class, I loved the chance to build relationships with students and make an impact on their lives—and I found a calling. As I finish my talk, I challenge them to think about what scares them. To question why it scares them. To think about the possibility that what scares them is something to embrace.
By W. H. Horner3 years ago in Education