Today’s the first day, post-Day Campus grades and I’ve solidified my goals for the summer. On the reading, writing, enjoying front, I want to watch 100 movies and read 15 books. I’d also like to submit 5 items for publication. We’ll start today with Dear White People and Scandals of Classic Hollywood. Wish me luck.
Twenty years ago today, a bomb went off in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma at 9:01 a.m. At 9:03 a.m. the explosion stopped, but the chaos continued for hours, days, weeks, and years. There are so many chairs empty because of that day, empty because of madness.
[Image credit: Amy L. Darnell]
My iTunes player happened upon this song and I instantly was transported to seeing Selma in the theaters and seeing this award-winning song’s heartbreakingly powerful performance at the Academy Awards. Glory, indeed.
Here in Columbia, we’re still remembering and hearing the beautiful sounds of You Are My Sunshine. Thank you Terry Galloway and Donna Nudd!
Oh what to say on this Sunday morning? I could say that I’m tired and worn from the stresses of a career in education. I could say that the spite of strangers can make a person cry. I could say that my time in the Ohio Education Association was much better than the women who had to sign this contract:
I could say, should say, and WILL say that my complaints and stressors could be so much worse. I have money in the bank, the right to vote, and can walk around a house without fear of abuse or violence. On this, International Women’s Day, I will remember and lift up the students who make my life’s vocation a joy, and ignore those who claim the joy that belongs to others. I will do my best to view these latest impediments to my eyes, mind, and heart as mere distractions. Here’s to lessons learned.
185 days until the new season begins!
I could watch this over and over and over. The Earth is a spectacular place, filled with such wonder that words fail me.