Crawling Back to Blogger.

After my sad stint at another blog, I decided to come back to Blogger. It's more reliable, and they've added on a lot of features that were missing before. Also: for some reason a whole bunch of (read: 3 or 4) posts that I made at the last site were lost. I'm thinking some problem with my account -- it's enough for me to come back to my old website.

I swear I had been better about posting.

Nothing super going on in my life right now -- same old. I'm overwhelmed and underrested, but I love my fiance and most days I love my students. They like to keep me manic depressive: one day I'm laughing at them, the next I'm fuming at them, the next I just want to hug them all, and the next day I'm just so sad for them.

A couple of weeks ago I actually saw a boy get beaten to a bloody pulp on the street. I was driving home from work and about three blocks from our school I saw that traffic had stopped. I mean, even the public transportation had stopped and busloads of people had gotten off to watch these teenagers fight. Three or four boys were all attacking one and I immediately called 911 (they had already been called). Then I called Jamie to cry to -- I had never felt so helpless. I couldn't bear to watch after that so I drove around the traffic and passed the police cars and ambulances coming from the opposite direction.

That was on a Friday. On Monday morning when I was driving to work there were crosses and flowers laid on the ground where the fight had been. When I saw them there, I had a wave of regret that I am not a more religious person. My students walk to school not far from this street. Sometimes when I drive home at 6 or 7pm I can see first graders playing on their own in the alley. It scares me to think that once my students leave the elementary school, they are completely out of my hands. They go off to middle-school...they turn into teenagers, and some of them might fight in the street and stop traffic. And others will cheer them on like those busloads of people.