My (Korean) cousin recently started teaching in an elementary school. Today she relayed this conversation she had with a fifth grader.
Student: Are you from Philadelphia? I mean, the Philippines?
Student: Oh, then obviously from China.
“(Reuters) – Hurricane Isaac dumped heavy rains on the U.S. Gulf Coast and caused widespread flooding on Wednesday, but elaborate defenses built to protect New Orleans after the 2005 Hurricane Katrina disaster withstood the onslaught, officials said.”
I’m not sure what word to use to describe a hurricane hitting New Orleans seven years to the day after Katrina. I don’t think it’s exactly spooky, or ironic — just weird, maybe.
I remember seeing the scenes of destruction on TV in 2005 and trying to fathom a city so wrecked that they were predicting five to seven years to rebuild. It seems so long ago now.
This has all the meaty details I like in historical accounts.
I am fascinated by the minutiae that come together to create
disasters, where one small change in events could make a big
difference. The gory details of death, destruction, and dead
bodies is a not so great aspect of such stories. But the trivia
of everyday life juxtaposed against great events makes for an
The Great Escape
There’s nothing that adds excitement to your afternoon like a class of first graders running unaccompanied into the library and several little voices shouting at once “the teacher isn’t here because Tyler ran down the stairs and they’re chasing him.” Always an adventure, this job.
Things Fall Apart
Some days there’s just no alternative to frozen chocolate. With chunks of cookie dough.
A Fuzzy-Fast Blur
Seriously, what is up with the time-space continuum that weekends race by so fast?
Kitty jail – somebody had to be dragged out from under the sofa and chased into the other room for her trip to the vet today.
Spent the evening with one of my best friends and her daughter, who is three-going-on-four. That kid does a mean “Head and Shoulders, Knees and Toes” and made an executive decision earlier this year that she would call me Al.
My niece Hannah is in town, staying for a few days with my parents before heading back to school this fall. Officially a teenager at last, she is a beautiful, lovely child who makes me smile.
You Have to Go to School . . . You’re the Teacher!
Some days are just a whole lot harder than others.