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My sister got a job as a 5th grade bilingual ed. teacher. It's kind of ironic since we are both really against bilingual education, but I guess you have to be inside the system to be able to change the system. to me bilibgual ed. is like communism in that in theory it sounds wonderful, but in practice it's a disaster. I know from personal experience that you are just crippling those kids by speaking to them in their native language at school- now at home, that's another story.

anyway this makes me smile every morning


and here is a little poem to entertain you- i know you probably don't care for it but i do.

The Mourning by Louise Gluck
I sleep so you will be alive,
it is that simple.
The dreams themselves are nothing.
They are the sickness you control,
nothing more.

I rush toward you in the summer twilight,
not in the real world, but in the buried one
where you are waiting,
as the wind moves over the bay, toying with it,
forcing thin ridges of panic-

And then the morning comes, demanding prey.
Remember? And the world complies.

Last night was different.
Someone fucked me awake; when I opened my eyes
it was over, all the need gone
by which I knew my life.
And for one instant I beleived I was entering
the stable dark of the earth
and thought it would hold me.