I am home from school and CSPAN is on. (I know, how wonky can you get, huh?) But I have to admit, I'm pretty perturbed. I can't decide whether to be angry with the DNC for scheduling the convention when school started, or the school district for scheduling school when the convention is on!
As many of you have figured out, I have been lax in my blogging as of late because it is the beginning of the school year. Like millions of teachers across our nation, I've been spending time getting the school ready for yet another year to begin. What most folks don't know is that the week or two teachers spend on the classroom to make it a wonderful learning environment is time off the clock - entirely unpaid time, in which we spend money out of our own pockets for fade-less bulletin board paper, new folders and all the little extras that the budget doesn't allow. Most teachers have to pay for day care for their own children while they prepare their rooms. That's out of pocket, too. Anyhow, I digress...the point is, I have not vanished or perished, I have just been getting ready for my class to arrive. And I'm now ready. And back. Thanks for understanding!
As I was saying, I am ever-so-pissed that I can't watch the CSPAN feed of the convention all day and night for five days. Overkill, I know, but that's how you catch those speeches that seem minor, relegated to the off-hours, but that later mean so much: like that of Barak Obama. When I heard his now-famous speech at the Democratic Convention, I stopped my kids, much smaller then, and said, "Sit here with me a minute. I want you to hear this man speak. Remember Momma said this: He's going to be the first African American President of The United States."
We listened, and then the kids went back to Legos and Polly Pockets. But they were able to see the moment that struck me so strongly. They tell me they remember my words, and are amazed that it may come to pass so soon.
And now, we sit, watching Teddy Kennedy speak, and they begin to understand more fully the Kennedy legacy. And they hear Claire McCaskell really punching it out there, giving 'em what for, as did her kids (Little Man says, "Will we do that for you one day, Mom?" "Maybe, Baby Boy, Maybe," I reply. He is so grown up-doesn't want me to walk him to class on the first day now that he's a mature upper grader! But that's another blog...) But it's those moments that aren't on the prime time agenda are the ones who may be the ones to watch.
So, PLEEEEEEEZE? Can I play hooky and watch the convention??? 'Cause The Hubby'll freak if I Tivo all five days!
Are you watching the convention coverage? Tell us what you think so far!
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