It's Wednesday, and tomorrow is Tuesday

The days march, twenty-four-hours, one-thousand-four-hundred-forty minutes, eight-thousand-four-hundred seconds, and it starts all over again. Sometimes it feels like I’m on the ground looking up at the soles of all 160,800 shod seconds.  Here it will be Thursday tomorrow, and the week seems like it just began and tomorrow will be Tuesday.

It’s Wednesday night, the blog has been postponed from having been to a meeting last night, and all the things I wanted to tell you have eluded my mind.  Actually, I could dredge them up, but that what it would sound sloppy and forced.  (Visions of the road workers shoveling the muddy, clumpy dirt on the road excavation we pass on our way to school each day filled my mind...unclear, drudgery, and often in the rain.) The students are special and I don’t want to take away from the pleasure they provide.  

Even as I say that, one wisp of a refreshing memory returns.  Lizi.  Last Friday she came up to me after class and said, “I want to apologize for my bad attitude.”  That came as a total surprise.  When I came into the classroom she and another student were sitting on a couch, but they quickly and pleasantly went to their seats when asked. I never saw any of it.  Chatty and social because that’s who she is, yes.  Less than an honor roll student, yes, but always pleasant and cooperative both in and out of class.  Then she went on to explain.  “I’ve always had a hard time in science, and I never feel like I can do well, and  I’ve not even been trying,” as she sighed. How refreshing to have a young person sensitive to life like this. Am I blessed or what.

Well, this is not as planned, but now at least you have a small taste of daily life here.  Maybe next time I’ll be a little more “on.”