it's the same thing I've said a million times but these kids humble my heart so much! I love witnessing the friendships at there age. how they protect each other and watch each others back, it seems the older we get the more we loose that and start only protecting ourselves. we become bitter due to the circumstances of life. forgetting the whole “protect thy neighbor”. Of course there are alot of bullies but even then the kids can brush the shit off, unlike now as adults we seek revenge through violence and lawsuits.
bullies never go away at any age. be it your boss, your boyfriend, your family..
even the troubled kids most of them just want your attention and are rebelling because they are missing some type of guidance in there life
one of my favorite students the other day had an accident with another kid while playing baseball. he took a metal bat to the head. it was an accident and the kid who swung the bat was his best friend. I was scared for awhile but i think he's alright now.. just some buises and a concusion. but the point is the best friend couldnt stop crying. kept going to the office during class to check on him. kept asking if he was alright. nothing else mattered to him other than his friends well being.It was the sweetest thing i've ever seen. he felt as much pain as the bruised kid did. it broke my heart but gave me hope.
I think with my nihilistic ways i need these kids to see glimpses like this. that there is good in the world.
last night i was brought into a group of adults there acted the same way with eachother. totally and utterly cared about eachothers well being. no ego, no awkwardness, no shit talking, none of that! again rare to me within the walls ive built around me. it too was good to see, i felt totally at ease.. something i find trouble mustering inside. other thank dumping my phone in the toilet it was a wonderful night!
today i try to assemble my things for a future swapmeet date, finish some over the break homework and hopefully get to see ian at some point.
i dedicate today and this current feeling for leaving me in a mood to reminisce the images of Kensington Garden written by JM Barrie illustrated by Arthur Rackam:
a mid summer nights dream: