In a real world, teachers should get higher salaries than, say, baseball players. Apparently, that's not the status quo. Baseball players receive jillions of bucks by merely scoring a home run, hitting the baseball whether bluntly or powerfully, whatever the situation is, or by just catching the ball. Now, I must note that playing baseball is not as easy as a walk in the park. It is rather a strenuous sport wherein a player should develop biceps in order to swing a bat. Vigor is also an issue here. In a nutshell, baseball is not designed for the fainthearted.
But I am not convinced by these facts. I shall still stick to my belief that the teachers should be paid higher than Babe Ruth. Their efforts should be remunerated. After all, it is them who helped and molded the baseball players to become what they are today. They should get perquisites. Say, monthly subscription of Reader's Digest, or maybe Time Magazine or something to that effect. Nike should act as sponsors for their uniforms in the interest of professionalism. Moreover, Donna Karan, known for her delicate clothing designs, should create fashionable knitwears for them so to encourage lifestyle and aesthetic sense. All chalkboards shall be ditched away. Whiteboards, on the other hand, should be used in lieu of this. Chalkdusts are deemed to be bad for one's health, especially when they are inspired down. In order for the teachers to arrive in school on time, Porsche should sign a contract ratifying their obligation for these educators which is to give them away their latest car models.
These are just few of the millions of bills that I will work out if ever I get elected for public office. Then again, I suddenly come alive.
Last Monday, I met up with Paul Irvin at Starbucks G4. I had to interview him for my video documentary about blogging. He is such a great help! Not only did he share his opinion about blogging, political blogging particularly, he also helped me on my documentary by charting out a list of people whom I should interview. In return , I treated him a frappé and a croissant. Thanks dude! He also tinkered with my digicam. Here are some of his photos:


I tried to take photos as well on my way home. I'm only a fledgling photographer, if I can even call myself that, so don't expect my first two photos to be grand.

