learning adventures.

The line of parents, grandparents, aunties, younger siblings and cousins extended out of the cafeteria and down the sidewalk. Bright construction paper placemats and turkey centerpieces greeted us for our special luncheon. Man, I don’t remember cafeteria turkey being so, well, salty, but it has been over ten years since I even ate food at the on campus cafeteria in college, much less public school thanksgiving luncheon. I wouldn’t have traded it for the world, though. We talked about the cafeteria and things going on in school.
After lunch, I observed my son’s writing class. Al’s had some trouble with his writing lately, which I can’t understand because he expresses himself really well, and that should transmit, at least in part, to paper. We’re really working to make him read more and get more serious about his studies overall. He is really intelligent, but work is what makes a good student, so I guess these are the years where his work habits are refined.
I really hope that all of these lunches and conferences and class observations and volunteer hours at school instill a passion for education in my kids. They are all so gifted and intelligent and kind hearted. Not perfect by any means, but hopefully will make the world a better place for somebody someday.