NAME:
Francine L. Harris
SCHOOL:
Chisholm Trail Middle School
CLASS:
READ 180
SCHOOL PHONE:
512-428-2590
I was born in Pennsylvania, and I am a University of Texas, Tyler graduate.
The road from Pennsylvania to Texas took me through several cities in Mexico,
Belize, Honduras, and Guatemala where I worked with an organization called
Calvary Commission. I met my husband there, Bill Harris, and have been
married since 1989. We have one son, John, who is a sophmore at Round Rock
High School and one daughter, Jessica, who is in 8th grade at Walsh
Middle School. I have been teaching Middle School since 1993.
I'd rather read than do anything else (unless I can go play in the dirt in
my yard!).
A couple of my Favorite Quotes:
***"Two roads diverged in the wood and I, I took the one less traveled by,
and that has made all the difference." Robert Frost
***"I want to live,
I want to give,
I've been a miner
for a heart of gold.
It's these expressions
I never give,
That keep me searching
for a heart of gold,
and I'm getting old." Neil Young
***"Outside of a dog, A book is a man's best friend.
Inside a dog, it's too dark to read." Groucho Marx
***"Sucking the marrow out of life doesn't mean choking on the bone."
Dead Poets Society
***"There's a time for daring and there's a time for caution, and a wise man
understands which is called for." Dead Poets Society
***"I always thought the idea of education was to learn to think for
yourself." Dead Poets Society
***"They're not that different from you, are they? Same haircuts. Full of
hormones, just like you. Invincible, just like you feel. The world is their
oyster. They believe they're destined for great things, just like many of
you, their eyes are full of hope, just like you. Did they wait until it was
too late to make from their lives even one iota of what they were capable?
Because, you see gentlemen, these boys are now fertilizing daffodils. But if
you listen real close, you can hear them whisper their legacy to you. Go on,
lean in. Listen, you hear it? - - Carpe - - hear it? - - Carpe, carpe diem,
seize the day boys, make your lives extraordinary." Dead Poets society