If I Only Had a Brain
I could while away the hours, conferrin' with the flowers
Consultin' with the rain.
And my head I'd be scratchin' while
my thoughts were busy hatchin'
Consultin' with the rain.
And my head I'd be scratchin' while
my thoughts were busy hatchin'
If I only had a brain.
I'd unravel every riddle for any individ'le,
In trouble or in pain.
With the thoughts you'll be thinkin'
you could be another Lincoln
If you only had a brain.
Oh, I could tell you why The ocean's near the shore.
I could think of things I never thunk before.
And then I'd sit, and think some more.
I could think of things I never thunk before.
And then I'd sit, and think some more.
I would not be just a nothin' my head all full of stuffin'
My heart all full of pain.
I would dance and be merry, life would be a ding-a-derry,
If I only had a brain.
My heart all full of pain.
I would dance and be merry, life would be a ding-a-derry,
If I only had a brain.
~lyrics from The Wizard of Oz
Thanks to the Scarecrow
from The Wizard of Oz
for the song.
Yes,
I do have a brain.
Not a bad one,
but not a
brainy brain either.
Most of my
friends in school
were pretty smart.
I was no slouch,
but they were the
A students.
I was the A, B
and C student.
In retrospect,
it was the better brain
to have as a teacher.
Students think
their teachers are all
National Honor Society types.
Straight A's,
never in trouble,
goody 2-shoes.
Not me . .
I knew what it was like
to be lost
when a new idea
was introduced.
I swear,
I think,
at times,
my eyes actually
rolled around my sockets
like a "googly-headed" doll
when I was trying
to comprehend
some things.
For example,
in physics,
why do I need to know
why a spring "springs back?"
It does,
and I'm glad it does,
or it wouldn't be a spring.
But,
o-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h
when I caught
onto something
my eyes lit up
like a light bulb.
Not sure,
but steam might have
come out of my ears too!
As a teacher,
it was great to be a
"normal" student.
I think I understood
how they learned,
or why they didn't
understand something.
I think my empathy
was genuine . . .
and I think
my students
knew this.
So,
for my 83rd Blessing
I am using my
normal brain
as my blessing . . .
and who better
to signify a brain
than the Scarecrow
from the Wizard of Oz
who badly wanted
just a brain . . .
any kind of brain
would have made
him happy.
Dear Lord,
Thank you for making me a normal girl from a middle class family. In my lifetime, I have known what it was like to struggle and also how it felt like not to struggle. Being average is nice . . . it lets you understand both having and not having . . . understanding and not understanding . . .
knowing that I could improve but also knowing any improvement would take more work than some and less work than others.
knowing that I could improve but also knowing any improvement would take more work than some and less work than others.
It's nice being average . . . it has made me fit in.
Amen
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1 comments:
You summed this up perfectly. I have seen brainy brains that had no common sense. And those not so brainy that had more street smarts than necessary.
Denise
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