Bye-bye, buddy

Today, I attended a small Bon Voyage party for my friend who is moving to Macedonia. After church, I ran home and freshened up before heading to the party. Another friend of mine was hosting it and he showed his culinary talents by preparing bar-b-qued ribs, arroz con pollo, and salad. It was really delicious. He outdid himself.

My friend informed us of his attempts to learn the Macedonian language. He's able to read the script well; so well, in fact, that he can't read the English version of Macedonian words. He's a tenderhearted individual, and I think he will get along ok...but he's also known for being a jerk as well.

During the party, I kept feeling really tired. It wasn't until I got home that I realized I was a little depressed about my friend leaving.

It's not very comforting that his international flight takes place on September 11th. But I will simply keep him - his life and his soul - in my sincerest prayers. I have seen time and time again that God does answer them.

Considering how hard it is for me to loose a friend for a measurable period of time, how tragic must it be for a child who looses a loved one, even for a short amount of time?

History!

I'm so excited about the inauguration.

I shed some tears today as Barack Obama was sworn in. It was just so overwhelming. I could certainly tell that not everyone was happy about it. The children were so excited, and they were screaming and clapping and cheering. I was very happy for them to be a part of it all. But I know that they could feel the subtle resentment of some of their teachers. When you're a child, you really do want the adults in your life, and everyone you know to rejoice with you when you're happy.

Like it or not, he is president. For anyone who is not pleased with this, the best thing to do is not to harbor bitterness. Especially when you are working with children, your feelings are usually much more visible than you might imagine. This is history in the making, and snub little remarks can completely deflate the positive impact that this event could have upon a child, especially a young black child.

Anyone in the field of teaching does so because they love children. But love is more than simple affection. It also implies doing what is best for the children.