This will come in three parts, with eight or nine pics per part. This part will contain pictures of the kids working (or not) on a newspaper fish. I have more to say about these kids. I will add some more to the captions later, probably, more for my own memory than anything else, though.

( Many pictures. Open with care. )

I wrote a poem. It’s titled for E’shante because in one brief moment she taught me a universal human truth that you can’t understand until you experience it, until you feel it and for the Lip Gloss song by Lil' Mama which seems incredibly innocuous until you watch my eight year olds sing the chorus with more passion than they have when they talk ( Read more... )

( Emotional range of teaspoon?! I wish. )

( Today was a rough reality check. )

On the spammage: Okay, so maybe updating everyday is a bit much, but I have so much to say about this experience and I'm pretty sure it'll be easier on everyone if I dump a little at a time, rather than writing super long posts every few days. Also, it's a good habit to get into, I think ( Read more... )

( Music and the rough lives my students lead. )

( It was the best of times, it was the worst of times... )

( Can an eight year old be genuinely racist? )

( This is only the beginning... )

Things I already love about my experience in New Orleans:

my roommate
air conditioning
the children I work with
the flowers
Juliusthe size of my room and bathroom and closet ( Read more... )