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Teaching in Lebanon is a reflective space exploring the realities of learning, teaching, language, and life in a higher education context in Lebanon. The posts draw on classroom experience, emerging research, and the shifting educational landscape—covering topics such as pedagogy, student psychology, academic writing, sociocultural issues, and the growing influence of artificial intelligence on learning. This blog documents what it means to teach and learn in a country shaped by language diversity, crisis, resilience, and rapid technological change. It brings together observations from the classroom, commentary on global educational trends, and reflections on the challenges and possibilities facing students and educators in Lebanon today. My aim is simple: to think aloud about education, share insights, and contribute to a broader conversation on teaching and learning in Lebanon and beyond.

Sunday, January 29, 2023

Watch Your Words

Today I am sharing a poem on the power of words: how they can haunt the writer or speaker indefinitely. Written by Canadian farmer and writer Robert Kirkland Kernighan, it warns the reader to “be careful” with words as they may have dire consequences. On the other hand, it may be argued that actions speak louder than words, but that is a different story altogether.

"Chickens Come Home to Roost"

by Robert Kirkland Kernighan

The world is wide and the faithful tide

Returns to the welcome sands;
It 's often true that the work we do

Comes back to its maker's hands.
And every man knows the wondrous plan

By creation introduced:
Be it soon or late, at a certain date,

The chickens come home to roost.

Be careful, then, ye sons of men,

What reckless words ye say;
Be they good or ill, your sayings will

On your threshold stand some day.
You 'll bear the blame, for all the shame

Was by your lips produced;
You 'll know it then, and feel it when

Your chickens come home to roost.

Many a time you 've dipped in slime

The name of a modest maid;
With scandal's dirt you Ve fouled her skirt

And made her soul afraid.
Your evil tongues have snapped the rungs

Till the ladder of fame was loosed,
But you 'll get your pay at the close of day

When the chickens come home to roost.

The words you say are hidden away
On the fateful judgment shelf;

You 'll yield your breath in a fearful death
'Neath the wall you Ve built yourself.

Be careful, then, ye sons of men,

When the shadows are all unloosed,

For soon or late you must face your fate
When your chickens come home to roost.

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