Community service

My kids community service day was a success. I'm happy it went well and even happier it's over.

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Don't let the crazy out

I okie wants I start telling people my true thought s and feelings about their lives...usually still no facts about mine...i dont stop and their generally pretty harsh. I used to feel really bad...but as the years have gone by the amount of time I feel bad had gotten less and less. What's more, I'm generally only apologetic bedside the person had an unhappy response, but not for what I said because clearly it's how I feel. Yup.

It's always pretty hilarious when people realize I really am the mean blunt person I alerts say I am.

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It's Fat Tuesday. Lent is here.

Tomorrow will be March 9, 2011.
Ash Wednesday.
My sister's birthday.
The beginning of Lent.

This year I will abstain to the best of my ability from:
-cursing
-all meat except seafood
-not praying every day
-soda
-french fries
-ice cream
-watching movies on hulu and crackle alone
-being ghost

Keep me accountable.

motherless children

You know the first thing that comes to mind when you think about the family problems of black youth today is fatherless childhoods. I had a revelation yesterday when I realized a large group of my students are motherless instead. My supervisor asked me the other day I'd I thought my teaching background helped me connect with students... I think it has more to do with the fact that I have always been extremely maternal. I'm always the "mom" of my group of friends, or in student groups I participated in. This only intensified when my dad died in high school and I basically became the other mom our house. I was talking to some of my kids on tuesday about why they never make it to school on time and how it's really hurting their academic career. One sister shared with me up until this year she had always ben early because her mom woke her up and dropped her off. I already knew these two sisters had list their mom this year. As of yesterday I call these girls who now live in separate homes to wake them up every morning. Hearing their half sleep yet happy voices this morning made me think maybe I connect with a bunch of my kids because I fill a part of that mom void. Many of the kids cal me their play sister or their auntie already. I honestly don't know...but it's a thought.

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