Beauty in the day: being reminded that everyone has a viewpoint – everyone has a perspective. Today I see many pictures of planes flying into towers; when I see this, I am only saddened by the insidiousness of such an act. I am reminded of the hurt and pain that so many people felt at their incomprehensible loss – nearly 1,200 of them muslims, who were innocent. I am saddened further to think that those people are now reliving the rejection brought on by fear, as they listen to Americans once again treat them as infidels. It should not be. It should never be.
If you are feeling fearful, there is only one thing that can rid you of it:
Beauty in the day: the knowledge and conviction that each day has just enough difficulty for me to to be focused on, without being compelled to solve tomorrow’s trauma in advance.
Beauty in the day: it was another clinic visit for cutie-patootie, who has had a running tab in “I don’t feel good” days. The nurse thought to distract her with an offer of a few pretzels, which she accepted gratefully. As the nurse set about the (apparently) arduous task of laying out a pretzel snack, Little Miss asked her, “I’m not making you work too hard, am I?”
Now, I heard all of you “Awwww” collectively, but a short while later, I offered to give her mom a call, and as I (apparently) arduously dialed the number, she thanked me and asked sweetly, “I’m not making you work too hard, am I?”
We knew we’d been had.
Beauty in the day: they are 2nd graders. One was in the office to take a “break”, something that is a new development in helping with his success. The other has been known to come and sing for me, particularly tunes he deems as “Spanish-Gaelic”, and also likes a little help with his success.
Singer came in dramatically, dragging his leg behind him and punctuating his steps with groans. Upon arrival, he heaved his gangly little body onto the countertop, the back of his hand grazing his forehead. “I hurt my leg,” he managed, with what was clearly almost his last breath. We went to get an ice pack, which he made use of for at least 45 seconds. He was suddenly back by my side, his upper body strewn out over the desktop again. “I want to know if my idea is going to happen,” he said pointedly.
“Your idea?” I asked, following the obvious prompt.
“Yes. I think I could maybe be Strategy Boy, and maybe there could be Strategy Man, or something.” This was a reference to our principals who dressed up as Unity Man and Virtues Boy a short time ago, which was quite a hit.
Someone came into the office, and the conversation was interrupted. It was at this point that “taking-a-break-boy” approached Spanish-Gaelic Boy with a proposition: “If you change your mind, can I be Strategy Boy?”
“Well, you can be Strategy Man, because you’re taller than me.”
“Well, maybe I could, because I’ve been growing a mustache.”
“I think I might be too. I have some hairs…”
Beauty in the day: a very full day at school today. We had a morning awards assembly that started the day off right. Kids were in a good mood, especially knowing that the student body award earned was a “Literacy Picnic,” which meant that lunch would be eaten outside on blankets, followed by reading of books, one student to another. Kids that normally avoided reading were reading happily. Kids were coming to the office to call their parents for blankets. It was a very good day for Literacy! One little guy who sometimes sings Spanish-Gaelic songs (or is it Irish-Gaelic?) returned to class with a long weed clenched in his mouth. “Back in my country” (I think that’s Washington, actually, generally further south in Bellevue – perhaps Woodridge), “we usually put weed in our mouth.”
Well, like I said, it’s Washington. 😉
Beauty in the day: we didn’t get a Music sub. This means that the classroom teachers have to punt. Music DVD’s were made available, and several teachers went this route. One little kiddie left his music class and came to the office claiming he couldn’t watch the movie (Brother Bear Sing-Along). We queried him as to what he meant. “Did you get in trouble?” “No””. This went on a bit, and I finally asked him, “Did your mom and dad say you’re not aloud to watch movies?” “We’ll, kind of. I’m only allowed to watch Netflix.” :S