"Let me get an action shot!" I said. They stopped their conversation (itself, an action shot) and posed...
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On the Corner
I could hear him long before I could see him. K and I were walking up Main Street last night, returning to our car after a night out, and I could hear an amplified male voice in the distance.
"Most likely a street preacher," I thought, although sometimes the Black Hebrew Israelites make an appearance on the downtown sidewalks. As we approached, though, it was clear it was an evangelical street preacher.
"You need Jesus! If you don't know the name of Jesus, you need to invite him into your life..."
It always astounds me how these guys say nonsense like that: we live in America, in the damn Bible Belt. There is no one in this area who has never heard of Jesus. It is utterly impossible, regardless of your religious views, not to have heard of Jesus while living in South Carolina.
"There is no one walking on Main Street," I said to K, "who might be thinking, 'Now this Jesus fellow -- never heard of him. Who is he?'"
As we neared, we had to stop at the corner to wait for the light. Our street preacher started going on about the perils of living a self-centered life, completely oblivious to the irony.
"Here these people are, taking advantage of the lovely weather to enjoy their favorite restaurant's outdoor seating option, and they have to listen to this jackass as he gets his saving-the-world fix," I said to no one in particular and everyone in earshot. One guy laughed a little, most everyone else ignored my stupid comment.
I wanted to say that to the preacher himself, and came close to doing just that, but in the end, I decided not to add to the guy's persecution complex.
Date Night
Walk-a-thon
Open House
Tonight we had open house at our school, an opportunity for parents to come and go through their child's schedule, meet the teachers, and see what their child's daily reality is like.
The only parents who ever come are the parents of the students who work hard, give their best all the time, and show excellent citizenship and not the parents we really need to talk to more often.
It's easy to make generalizations about that, but as I grow older and more experienced, I try to resist that temptation. There could be any number of reasons why the other parents didn't show up, never show up.
A Good Day
Last year, it was a much more frequent occurrence: the day winds down, and I realize that by some miraculous aligning of the stars and kids' hormones, impulses, and desires that every single class has been productive. I walk out of the building thinking I'd done something, thinking that perhaps everyone had learned something. At the very least, everyone engaged in some reading or writing.
Today was only the second day this year that I've felt that way...
More Notes
Cheating, I know...
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International Video
International Festival 2023
