Monday, September 25, 2006
Wow. I can't believe it's been this long since my last entry. Well... my self-imposed silence is over. Was I missed? Perhaps not, but I missed blogging and my fellow bloggers. Special shout to ShawnQT, a walking dream in a fitted, for checking in on me and sending text messages, which never fail to uplift and fortify me.
I'm nearing the end of a traditionally stressful period for me. For the second time in over ten years, I didn't have to plan or participate in a Fall Orientation (the first was 2001, the Chicago year). I definitely miss it… the new faces… the promise of fresh hope for the future. It's invigorating. Since I'm no longer working in higher education I have to find a new way to get rejuvenated.
Over the past five years I've had the stressors of September 11 and Katrina added to this period. This year I attended no observances nor celebrated any anniversaries and tried to avoid any news coverage, opting to read about them in the newspaper on the following day. The most disturbing stuff I read was about George Bush's address to the nation on September 11, in which he (once again) used those terrorist attacks to justify his war, which still confuses me. What is the real reason he decided to invade Iraq? Is it really an oil thing? If so, his presidential library should be built on one of the new islands that have been found in the Artic as glaciers recede due to global warming or Hell if what the gentleman from Venezuela said is true.
That's my sly way of telling you to get out and vote in your mid term elections. I don't care who you vote for (actually I do), but make sure it's someone who has your ear and cares about your issues.
I ride the metrorail home from work and what I witnessed today was nothing short of amazing. A group of pre-teens boarded at my stop and stood in the door to hold the train for a friend who was coming. A man in the car told them to move from the entrance so that the doors could close. Rather than move peacefully, one of the girls said, "The doors ain't closing," and shot the man a nasty look. He told her not to look at him in that way.
She marched past him and told her not to be looking at her.
He got up, walking behind her, telling her that he had children older and younger than she and he would not put up with her blatant disrespect. When they reached the other end of the train, he physically put her off just in time for the doors to close. Her friends that remained on the train were dumbfounded, as were most of the other passengers. I smiled, opened my paper and thought how wonderful it is that adults will still hold children accountable, even if they're not their own. What's really ironic is that before the train arrived, those same kids were running up and down the platform. If one of them had gotten hurt, all the blame would have fallen on Metro. The words of the man on the train keep echoing through my head.
"It starts at home."
Posted by Rodney ::
5:16 PM ::
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