shoutouts.
guys, i think i cried a little when the red sox won last night.

let me be clear. i am no baseball fan, nor am i am bandwagon fan. but there is a special place in my heart for certain teams (namely, the red sox and the giants and the 49ers and the boston bruins and the CAL BEARS whaaaaaaat and any underdog team that beats on the lakers) and game 7 of any sport. there's just something that tugs at my overextended heartstrings about the final of something. teams who work so hard for this last moment, grappling with injury! heartache! the might-have-beens!

and so it is with the red sox. plus, they're my mama's team. she told me that she went into labor with me early b/c she overexerted herself at a red sox game. so i'm guessing it's in the blood. it's the latent, profane bostonian in me.

teachable moments
we had an off campus day today. i really really *heart* my school team. no matter what kids are throwing at me or calling me, i really *heart* my coworkers. shoutouts to andrew, allie, cheryl, owen, kristin, deb, meghan, and antoinette. the marrakech express rocks! we ate a lot of food together. bagels, muffins, powdered donettes AND pizza! YUM. YUM. YUM.

i think we're in a healthy place. we get a lot of work done together, but we also talk a lot about the kids and gripe and laugh. the good things -- who is doing well, and who is doing better since last year (esp the froshmores). the bad things -- who's in juvey for dealing cocaine, who's with bambino. the funny things -- the gold digging (read: nose-picking) kid, the kid that occasionally disrobes in class. i don't know why our kids are the way that they are ... but really, marrakech got some weird ones. really weird ones.

but they're our kids. i really want my coworkers to know Jesus. pray with me.