Summer School Of Love!

Published: Fri, 06/28/13

In a moment I'm going to offer you a summer school experience
that you'll love, that can make you rich, give you great friends
to play with, give you confidence and a sense of security.
 
But first this...
 
Back in another lifetime (as least that's what it seems like),
I was the principal of a summer school.
 
For seven years, from 1994 to 2000, around 300 kids and
18 to 20 teachers would come in for five weeks. They'd
take English, Algebra, Biology, etc. All the classes they failed
the previous year in regular high school.
 
You'd think the kids would be miserable. They just spent
the past ten months in school, failing at least one class (often
more than one).
 
Now they're stuck in a hot building for another five weeks,
from 8:00 am to 12 noon, listening to teachers, doing
homework, taking tests...
 
while their friends sleep late, go to the amusement park,
lounge in the pool or make money working their summer jobs.
 
You'd think everyday of summer school was a "hate party."
 
But it wasn't. As a matter of fact, the kids were mostly in
a better mood in summer school than during the regular
school year.
 
Part of that was the teachers. They were a good crew.
They took less money per day to teach summer school
than the regular school year. They were mostly the young
enthusiastic types, or the veterans who just loved to do it.
 
And part of it was the more relaxed atmosphere. As the
principal, I didn't tolerate a lot of nonsense. But I also
gave this group a little more room than most.
 
And I made sure I treated them with respect,
and insisted they treated each other that way. 
 
Mostly though, they liked summer school for two reasons...
 
1. They were there with their friends.
 
2. They got a chance for a "Do-Over."
 
Many times it's a whole crew of kids who don't succeed
together. So they wind up in summer school together also.
 
And even though they may not understand what factoring
equations or conjugating verbs has to do with success
in life, they understand their world will be a lot tougher
without a high school diploma.
 
So most of them buckle down, do what they have to do,
and pass the classes...again with the help of some very
patient and very good teachers.
 
They may not love the idea of school.
 
But they appreciate the environment.
 
And they appreciate the chance to succeed.
 
Cool story...but what does this have to do with YOU?
 
If you read yesterday's note, or looked at yesterday's
blog post at NO MORE HOLDING BACK, you saw
the summer school experience Diane is offering up,
and I am supplementing.
 
It's not for everyone. If you're not working a home
business or marketing some kind of product or service,
it won't make a difference.
 
And if you're so far gone you don't see any hope for yourself,
it won't matter. You won't be ready to learn.
 
But if that were the case, you wouldn't have read so far down
this note. So that's not about you.  :)
 
Anyway, we're offering up a summer school of love.
 
Where everyone is welcome and accepted.
 
Where everyone is challenged to do their best.
 
Where the teacher is cool...the kind you wish you
had during the regular school year.
 
And where your friends are. Not the annoying
kids who always raise their hands and always
have the right answers.
 
You know...the misfits, the ones who don't fit into
the box...but are really smart and just need a chance
to learn the way that works for them!
 
Wanna learn and play with us?
 
CLICK HERE to jump in on the fun.
 
Make sure you follow the directions step by step.
 
You can do any part of our Summer School Of Love.
 
But if you want an extra one on one session
with the principal, you have to jump in on all three.
 
It's gonna be a hot one!
 
Let's enjoy it...together.
 
Much Love,
Larry
 
P.S. The whole idea of Summer School is when
regular school gets back, you know enough to get
to the head of the class.
 
We don't teach reading, writing and rithmatic...
We teach attraction, prosperity and wealth.
 
You know...the good stuff!
 
CLICK HERE and get some of that for yourself.