One of my students managed to make eye contact with me at the exact moment he licked the toe of his tennis shoe. I was speechless. I left off explaining the letter m in all its glory. mmmmmmmmmmmm, there was nothing else to be said.
Another student has a car salesman for a father, upon his arrival said student began to cry, suddenly and inexplicably: the usual. Answering my blank stare--no amount of schooling can prepare you for this--superdadtotherescue asked if she was having the kind of problem ice cream can fix. Let me just say
yes!
yes! this is the kind of problem ice cream can fix.
Yes! I am glad to be back amongst the wild huggers. I had to take off an entire week to recuperate from the 102 degree fever. The royal shoe taster even remembered to hang up his coat on my first day back.
Miracles are all around.
For example: Martin and I became members of the church. Ha! Session said they were impressed by my reasons for joining. (I told them I can't figure out why this whole church thing isn't working, membership schmembership, why isn't there anyone volunteering to teach sunday school?) I figure I'll get in on the inside and attend some real important meetings, maybe even join a committee with a long name, like "projector has a broken lightbulb committee".
And then maybe the graduate school of my choice will accept me and we will move to Bothell just a few short months after becoming official members at the church we have attended and worked for the past five years. We lead a very fickle life, you see. We are glad to have the kind of problems we have, they lend themselves to some amazing solutions and this, I think, is stunning, like a new leaf unfolding. Not turning over, unfolding, miraculous.
